I look up at the lonely stars
Wishing you were here,
The same stars you look at.
I look up at the moon shining down
Those same moonbeams you see,
And wish you were here.
I walk the nighttime streets alone
Wishing you were here next to me,
But you are not, and I am lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
truly beautiful tribute to yr late wife made me weep
It's not to my late wife but someone else here.