Maybe I was chasing
a day-dream
to realize things
for how they really were.
Blinded by
my fairy-tale-fantasizing
maybe there is no you;
it’s just me here.
I still spot your silhouette
the moonshine strengthens it,
but then I might not be seeing right
I lost track of what’s real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem