Between the stars and the River Clyde
A path appears when the moon is bright,
And rising from their sleep, awake the Glasgow souls
And descend onto the path of silver and gold.
And Glasgow’s daughter walks on the riverbed,
With an emerald crown upon her head,
From beneath the water she waves goodbye,
As the stars disappear from the midnight sky.
Beautiful and breathtaking imagery, Daniel. A lovely mystical scene you conjure up here.. Linda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely piece of poetry! Finely crafted. Hugs, Dee