A shooting star

A thought is my tombstone

I made my tomb out of a thousand thoughts,

I knitted my shroud from hundreds of ideas,

And out of sadness, I finished my coffin.

I buried myself in the sunrise

When no one was outside.

Just me, a small and insignificant creature,

Cooling my feet in death.

I wandered with the shadow of the spirit, the moon.

I then stopped at each star,

Wanting to forget the earth

For no one wept when I passed away.

I completely merged with the Universe

To invent a new star together,

In which I will lie forever,

Without thoughts to torment me.

I remembered the past

When I saw your face on a sparkling ray,

And on the day when I was working a corner of a star,

I decided to visit our old land.

But the minutes had turned into hours,

And the hours had turned into days,

And I had travelled thousands of years

Until I got to see the earth again.

From above, in the sky full of stars,

I sought to see your face again.

And because I couldn’t find you anymore,

Out of grief, I threw myself into the sea.