The moon takes me to a dream beyond the stars,
Beyond its own Moon rise, through many lands that are afar.
Distant times and irredeemable places,
Throughout the history of its moon phases.
With a calendar so delicate and pristine,
Watching and waiting for the unknown to be seen.
Moon rise to moon set in a moonlight Paradise,
Seen far beyond by what only my eyes can see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem