Heaven is not what I can reach in one day.
And sweet golden mist by your other hand.
If but of God you and I then approve.
But a ghost can not come there to often.
Watching both often wonder One has chosen.
Nylon nets heavy and full hang down from above.
Being touched by the way that it pulses.
Good babies the moon plump happy faces.
Glancing back to the future your love could I.
Humming birds flying out of the bushes.
Leaning over the fence each first attemp.
If you could love but one sky and no other.
Drinking wine together turns night into day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem