Walking through the boiling steam of this endless night
feeling her black cloak without relief, no sign of breeze,
soaking light from moon above, reflecting of soul.
Jasmines breath-out in exhaust from heat, as I stroll by.
I hear the distant mating call of a night bird
strangely calling-out for a bride, in his song of night
Stars over the moon blinking as in silent scream
chocking with the heat of this endless night.
Such infernal heat as I travel though this site.
It's so hot tonight!
It does not seem a poem just describing a hot night. It looks like a metaphor, describing the human thirst for for a drink of love. Luz Hanaii has written this poem with her heart and soul and has created a poem of beautiful words and amazing lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this deep and outstanding write that has so many meanings to whoever has the pleasure of reading this subtle write and the beauty of your words that embrace and ask questions about life!