My mind has gone away.
It has given up the beauty of the present moment
in order to step in the beauty of the sorrow of love.
It has left the reflections of the moon over the sea,
the sound of a falling cone
and the lonesome cry of a duck.
My mind has gone back
to dream a dream of endless waiting
for yet unspoken friendly words.
It wants to stay in a time
when smiling was not forbidden
and waiting was another word for happiness.
My mind wants to stand still
inside a gray cloud of a rainy day
where sorrows sob without a sound.
Each raindrop is a tear
in which my mind silently sobs.