As a little child, I
(being over thirty now)
Wait for wonders from the sky
All my life through, but somehow
Never come they, never please
Hearts, so close being to stone.
All my angels losing wings -
Sentenced me to sail alone
Through the sea, towards the stars,
With the shine of moon and hope
That, if only soul abides,
Will be able it to cope...
Heaven's reachable for me -
Half a life was not so much.
Be not cruel, dear sea!
Keep my boat, give fish for lunch...
Being a miracle myself
You know, sometimes it isn't bad.
Just to hide it from the shelf:
I have no wings, never had.