In a crystalline sky on a black velvet night
in a diamond-wisp of a cloud
hangs the moon, as close to the earth as it gets:
so bright, so blue, so proud.
You can see it's seas
as it tugs the tides
and strains at the souls of men.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very thoughtful write, Bill. It has a musical rythum. I love it, but it ended too soon, left me wanting more. Beautiful. Best wishes to you and yours, my friend. Richard