Amongst ancient castle walls
Diamonds of dew drops from emerald moss
Her sweet perfume clings to the cold air
Under the moonlit sky
Cicadas sing ever so softly
Stars wink ever so brightly
She sighs ever so softly
Under the moonlit sky
Her shadow stands alone
Ancient sundial in an ageless garden
She wanders, like a compass finding North
Under the moonlit sky
He said he would come
To dance a last dance,
To whisper lovelorn goodbyes
Under the moonlit sky
She still awaits him
Alone and hoping
Soft footsteps and softer tears
Under the moonlit sky.
lovely piece of poetry, the second stanza may be a minor error i believe you mean ever rather than every. great work though
Well, you have described it very well, and I hope he is on he's way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice. The moon is a favorite subject for poets. Can it be because it give us so much leeway to be romantic under the moonlit vistas it shines upon when full?