The moon sweetly poured over the window sill
and said ' Ye pretty maiden, say, what is your will? '
'The stars twinkle, the sun shine' said I
'Cherubic moon, you dine in your milky light.'
'Then why is there darkness in my humble abode? '
'Ah! that my lovely lady, open your eyes to beauty,
open your heart to love, your ears to music,
open yourself to God and then you will see,
light will shimmer even when the sun don't shine
and the stars don't twinkle and my dear lady
that is when I will make you thine.'
truly beautiful...this could become a melodious song...wow!
Resh! This is a fantastic & fabulous piece....very good message...great write....
a dialogue between you and shiny moon...and a shining advice you receive...good imaginative write, Reshma...10
Ammmazing imagery! beautifull feeling emitting this poem........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely evocation reshma. The dark around you is beautiful, it is a shrine for the light you know, but the dark within the heart and soul, aahhh there lies the work of a lifetime. I am sure the inner places of you are full of glorious sunshine, so let the outer have its way, see it is only the eyes that fool you, your light is everywhere. Shaun.