Clouds and Rains

Across the sky, across the sea,
across the lake, across the mountain,
tell Mother Earth
I am coming home.

Through a long journey
I’ve tasted the emptiness afloat,
and experienced heartbreak.
I’ve paid all my being.

I’m a drifter in an alien sky.
On the way home,
I’m shattered into pieces.
Listen to the rain,

Like the sobs of the lyre bird
and the voice of the cuckoo,
like the chirping of the nightingale
and the songs of the lark.

Oh, hear my songs
reminiscent of my past,
with so many dreams and wishes
as well as gentle memories.