Upon a moonlit path we walk,
Your hand is clasped in mine,
We listen to the world around us,
We look for a hidden sign.
As we look to the stars above us,
We see them glisten bright,
They tell of secret wonders,
They tell of this glorious night.
We follow hidden pathways,
Laughing all the while,
Singing joyous music,
Watching the stars run through the sky.
We hurry to the water,
We sit upon the edge,
Watching moonbeams scatter,
The moon still on its ledge,
The birds begin to sing around us,
The sun begins to rise,
The sound of sweet sweet music,
The sound of sad good-byes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is the word 'Apon' or 'Upon'? Except the eye catching spelling error, the poem is otherwise very nice.