a bright morning
the cool breeze and sun
yet I feel between darkness
and your letter hasn't come
I hear the voices
the echos and the trails
a shadow and a fear
the sound of a dying grail
and you are busy sleeping
your eyes closed and far from here
they say you are a sham
but I love you still my dear
I worry that I'll fail
to make a man of me
the past was filled with horror
and my future I cannot see
so I write a little worry
I talk to myself at best
and wish to hear your laughter
which would put my fears to rest
the animals seem rested
my mother seems alas
I seem like I am wasting
every second in this class
so come fast patience
fill my mind with calm
I try to do no injustice
I try to do no harm
if I walk a middle path
and walk gently on this land
if I kiss the cursing waters
and hold the hurting sand
will you find me on my own
working hard at peace
learning how to love you
and waiting for release
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem