Perhaps in time to come
When you will be about to sum
The meandering journey of life
Once more, time will stop you
And by chance or choice
You will hear again my voice
Not because of what we did not
But of what of you I thought
And what in you I sought
May you feel, however brief, the warmth I felt
And perhaps it will be enough to melt
That mountain of fear that in us reside
Into sea waves that recede
To remind you that I did not secede
To remind you that the doors are still open
The solemnity I swear with my pen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem