travel far and then stop
at the edge of my yard
before they reach you.
Space is not on our side
so I asked time to be
to travel with me.
I asked my ice
to hold on a little while
before the space
take my breath away.
But what can I offer
to a mad man with a pen
to a soul of universe?
Emptiness
Silence
Darkness
Tears
Madness
Nothing to be craving for
no dark star
no bright sun
no warmth of home.
What can I bring to his life
when he is whole?
Sitting on the grassy ground
staring at sky
and moon
and stars
dreaming to float in space
in land
where he has my hand
where he smiles
and exist
by my side
