the stargazer
wrapped up his eyes
in a small box
tied neatly
with a ribbon
and a bow....
and gave it
to the little boy,
lying afraid, and
sleepless....alone,
and crying in
an empty apartment....
the little boy stopped crying,
closed his eyes, went to sleep...
and dreamed....
of a world where mothers
and fathers wanted their children...
and loved them....
the stargazer took his cane,
and made his way down the alley
to a stoop, and sat down...
to listen... for the song
of the living.... feeling around
for another box!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it. Love the line, to listen for the song of the living. Great poem.