Somewhere too far when at all the day will pass
And these eyes will lost in water's melody.
Then someone might walk in the
backyard
Of my sights, and will encender the candle.
Of delights and then out of those past sandhills
Some voices would roar, some of
the grief
And some of the glee, ah, then someone will shuffle
Me to laugh and someone might make me weep,
Thereafter someone like the moon eyed, would
Settle me in her loving eyes or merge me
In her floating heart,
Somewhere too far when at all the day will pass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Within the melody of aire- Along moves and cheers of umber- Somewhere far! When day may past- And these soft-spoken gentle eyes. a wonderful poem indeed. t ony