Oh, so hard to be mine.
Do I have to wait?
Do I reach it somehow?
Yet, I’ve seen that star.
So high and so faraway,
So bright and so rare,
Like a diamond in the dark.
How could I touch it?
Nor how could Id be near?
I don’t know if it is mine.
Or I may not the one.
But I had seen to myself its light.
It sparks through my soul,
But I couldn’t feel it’s warm.
Should I adores nor not?
Oh what should I?
I’m only touches it in a dream.
How could I wish it to be real?
For that thousand miles,
These far may not bring.
Tears may fall unseen.
Only found myself in a lone.
It couldn’t hear my song.
Nor seen my place,
Where I am all alone,
That star may not change,
May not fall where I am,
Either it shines not mine.
Yet, one’s inspires.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An inspired poem. Well penned. Good to have vision, as the star, if you believe, you will be drawn to your destiny! Good work! ; D