The silky strings of the soft white Goddess
Glide as one towards the entrance of heavens harmonic gates.
She dances smoothly across them in a swift and peaceful motion
Each movement casting sweet enhancing spells to reveal the extent of it's everlasting artistic beauty.
Senselessly she stays close to the shadow of her Mighty Master; prancing gracefully upon the surface of the rhythmic river.
The mortal widow weaving the immaculate web.
The oscillating master composing his illusional pattern until beginning matches the end.
The mannequin lace queen falls back into her homecoming coma.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A vast improvement Charlotte, that is really good, I like your choice of words harmonic gates, casting enchanting spells, rythmic river, all these phrases gives the poem a very mystical and surreal quality, keep up the good work, and thanks for sharing.