When I stare at the stars
On a long and lonely frost-bitten night
This stray thought always
Flashes through my mind;
That you to are gazing
In these ghastly odd hours
In a pensive mood like me
At the splendor of the stars.
When I stare at the stars
That are stealing away silently
With the new approaching dawn
I know for sure my love
Though I may be still waiting watching
You are miles away and gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem