The suns and the moons all they know
You will come to see my face
With a dance of a snake
Or with a curb of a wave
When all stars will go for a sleep
The silence only rule
And I will be in the mood of a king
What’s the fun what’s joke, oh my lovely
Without any iota of doubt
You will be my queen of the queen
In the darkness of dead midnight
We will do a feast without food
With your light of cherubic thought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thought always celebrate with no feast but the unseen feast each and every moment 9