Fair Aurora,
Paints her sky with brush strokes of amethyst
On misty clouds, she rides
Past the glory of the Morning Star
A sea of opal pours through gates of sleep
And pearly clouds gather like foam on timeless waves
As she pushes back the night on her turquoise tide,
Making way to mother-of-pearl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem