She sees her path and knows where it will end.
Across a timeless sea,
She follows the ripples of a ghost traveller's life,
Under a sky of blanket stars.
She has walked like this forever, awaiting each drop
Of a pebble into water.
But know she must wait and walk ever on
To autumn days
And to the sailor who will return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice narrative poem..well written..10