Silent Dark Night

A still and silent night
I see the shooting stars;
Sitting alone in such a silent night
I have thought many times
to extend my hand towards you.

But I know
I cannot and
You cannot.

I cannot extend my hand
And you cannot keep yours on mine.
So, I sit still
I see the shooting stars in a dark, silent night.

(Translated poem; Original was written on 6.10.2002)