I have talked to the sun, baby
and it sang me a song
It was slow and monotonous
and it sang in tune with the stars
It sung of wisdom learned
from many years of observation
It sung of things near and far
that human mind could not comprehend
It sung of life and its meaning
and too of deaths unavoidable cycle
It sung of time and space
and the narrow human mind
And it sung of mysteries great
that only the stars have heard
Now I'd like to leave you, baby
I'm wandering off to a distand star
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Right now, this poem makes more sense to me than anything I can think of. It's too hard to explain, but I love it. I want to find a distant star.