o fortune, I am the moon,
pray come with me now or see me forever; alone.
a thousand stars blanket me
but the sky is full of holes, and i am cold.
my cheek is blue and I cry out in the night.
listeners will never hear.
Many watch me when it gets dark,
yet i do nothing.
Towers reach toward me, but we never touch,
how i long to touch.
how i long for this dispute between sun and moon to end,
till sun and moon are as one, and time of day is forgot.
When time ends and we reunite i hope she longed for me,
so i may take her as my own.
I have not been many places
But i know i love her.
i think of nothing but to catch the sun,
but when i lay to rest she is beginning to move,
and another day goes by.
for i am the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.