Pray that the road does not diverge
For if you take right and I take left
We will never meet
Pray that the mountains crumble
For my love for you has made me frail
to frail to climb its top to meet you
Pray that the Sun and Moon collide
so their eternal chase would end
and their axis's become singular and loving
Pray that the letters transcend to words
and these words to a voice that whispers into the wind
'I love you'
Instead of here on paper
For on this paper, those words would fly momentarily
then saunter downwards to the ground
But by voice, they will be lifted
into the wind
around the axis of the stars
around the mountain tops
to reach you still
if you took right and I left on the road that diverged
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem