A silver finger of moonlight
stretches across the bay
highlighting tiny boats
tugging at their moorings
in a bid to be set free.
It silhouettes two lovers
sitting on the shore
fighting at the restraints of love
in a bid to set them free.
The silver finger shimmers
on ripples from a breeze
as around the bay is silence
waiting for the dawn
to remove its gag
and set its sounds free.
20 March 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem