If I were to fall through the sky
I'm not so certain I'd want to die
Though across my mind it were to pass
If not before the very last.
Somehow it dawned upon my mark
Before upon my heaven's hark
That betwixt my ever present dreaming
There could be a part of me leaning
Without these thoughts it would be swift
Easy to allow my mind to drift
From one stranded land to another
Could it meander and not be troubled
But as I fall I must bear to think
Of what the sultry future brings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem