This death
some will lament
remembering brief flames,
but to you,
the loved one,
the unloving,
it will be
as a pebble
lost on a wide beach,
seen and forgotten
among others and others.
Dreaming,
I see the time
when dreams end
for you
as they have for me;
may the dreamlessness
be peace,
wherein you find
that lost thing,
your soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem