When patience wears thin
You'll find me upon the moon
Among the stars and shining
Far, far above your head.
But, don't try to see me
For I won't wave a farewell.
For when patience wears thin
The air will be no more
And the faraway moon
Of which I speak
Will be spinning around in oblivion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem