thou moon, who traverses in queenly grace, across the lonesome heavens thy silent way, who's silvery sheen illumes with borrowed ray, the endless realms of inter-stellar space! Who's tearful beams are sleeping on the snow, that wreaths the grave wherein my love is laid, oh where is she who was the loveliest maid, that ever died, and left a world in woe? Ye gentle winds, now moaning from the west, who's home is out beyond the setting sun, oh tell a soul, who's earthly joys are done, where shalt he find that soul he loved best.
Very wise and amazing poem on spiritual topic. Wiley drafted and shared really.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated, nicely encapsulated, and subtly penned in poetic diction with spiritual insight. Your employment of appropriate metaphors to drive home your conviction is indeed poetically remarkable. Thanks for sharing Dom. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Thank you Chinedu.....and I will, soon