Now my ship comes in
over the horizon.
I've been hiding
in the wild blue yonder,
where I did some thinking
and surmising.
Now the time has come
to finally wonder
whether storm clouds
all have blown away,
and my sun is
shining by the bay.
So, my eyes are straining
hard to see:
even ONE small
yellow ribbon
there for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wistful and poignant. well done.