Lament

Everything is far and long gone by.

I think that the star glittering above me 
has been dead for a million years.

I think there were tears in the car 
I heard pass and something terrible was said.

A clock has stopped striking in the house 
across the road...When did it start?...

I would like to step out of my heart and go 
walking beneath the enormous sky.

I would like to pray. 
And surely of all the stars that perished long ago,one still exists.

I think that I know which one it is--which one, at the end of its beam in the sky,
stands like a white city...

—RMR