Maybe, Someday

I want to show you these rose clouds in the night.

But you can't see.It's night—what can one see?

Now, I have no choice but to see with your eyes,he said,

so I'm not alone, so you're not alone.And really,

there's nothing over there where I pointed.

Only the stars crowded together in the night,tired,

like those people coming back in a truck from a picnic,

disappointed, hungry, nobody singing,

with wilted wildflowers in their sweaty palms.

But I'm going to insist on seeing and showing you，he said,

because if you too don't see, it will be as if I hadn't

I'll insist at least on not seeing with your eyes.

and maybe someday, from a different direction,we'll meet.