the sun and moon have passed
to leave the dark before the dawn
the silence of the night
obscures my shadow now withdrawn
the starless sky may know
what hides within the tapestry
where east to west descends
but all I see is memory
the green of spring is lost
the passion of the rising sun
the heat of summer spent
that seemed to end as it begun
the passing of the seasons
relentless as the falling leaves
will find the soul of winter
and places where a shadow grieves
the setting moon bequeaths
a blind and endless void of black
a shadow lost in space
that passing time cannot bring back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem