I am afraid you will forget me soon
And leave me in darkness at noon
And make me think it was just a passing dream
Of a drying stream
A scene in a fantasy film
Was it real?
Was it a boon? Or a just a brilliant beam?
A breeze in Riga’s hot days,
A ghost in Turaida castle
A sigh engraved on the cave's heart
A picture on the wall at Laine hotel
A glass of apple juice at Cili Pica
A photo at Brivibas Boulevard
A ride in Krasta lido centre
An ice-cream on Jurmala beach
I am afraid you are a dream to good to be true
Although I cannot stop thinking about you.
Now approximately I feel sad, I ponder and wonder
Can you really be my beautiful daughter
For ever?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem