in the image of moonlight
I heard the grieving dove
and I buried my memories
this is for an absent lover
whose face has dimmed
in the shadows of evening
moonlight on the waters
in silver and gold strains
rang forth from her kiss
and there in blue light
was passion and soaring
adoration rising on wings
in the image of moonlight
the lost dove calls to me
and crosses into darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem