The moon shuddered and shook
Before filling the sky with sharp slivers
Of her silver sparkle shrapnel.
The eclipse was reining the sky.
In the shadows I could not see
My mistress moon.
Behind her shroud
She rained tiny droplets
Of all that she longed for
Into a million inky pools.
She filled a sky full
of black hole hearts
And sought the spaces
That once were whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem