This orb of night, now warm and glowing
In earnest reflecting the Sun, would, if it were cold
And rotates invisible in the chill darkness of space,
So haunt the Sun’s days with blindness and doom its sights
That the Sun would wish its own fiery core sacrificed
So in the moon’s veins the Sun’s golden light might stream again,
And the Sun be conscience-calmed- see here it is-
The noble moon reflects its light towards you and me
Dedicated to JOHN KEATS
September 2nd 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem