The moon gleams here on the river
amidst stars- varied sizes and shapes
the heavens descend on these waters
so that we may have a closer and truer sight
when the river isn't disturbed
... River's unsettlement distracts and eludes our vision:
keener as we look, hardly do we see the image on the waters
... when we look into the near distant skies
it looks down on our faces with victors glee
we seemed baffled
the image on the waters or do we seek closeness,
transcendence in the near distant skies?
when the moon grows the stars hide their faces in shadows
but
How dark looks a starless skies?
the image on the waters or do we seek closeness, transcendence in the near distant skies? transcendence, stars hiding. how dark is the sky without the stars.. great imagination and you become philosophical talking about transcendence.. tony
Imaginative philosophy. Your comment seems to be more edifying even more than what the poem could offer, I daresay. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The wonders and beauty of nature are beautifully painted on the canvas of your poem. Yes, nature is really mystical. Elegantly crafted write.10
More so, the forms it assumes is so inspiring one could not, or is should it be like one cannot, resist but to succumb. The mystical part of it attracts me the most. Your insightful input is appreciated Dear Poet