Lavender to scarlet
Leads sapphire to onyx
Brilliant noon to magnificent midnight
Time is carried on the wings of the phoenix
His fire lights up the sky
He is mute, for the hues are his call
Hemisphere to hemisphere
In his beauty basking all
So many miss his grace
Not taking the time to accept his gift
When it is taken, it is not forgotten
There is no need for words in his uplift
It is peace
For reality we forget
When we stop to admire
The silent sunset
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I must confess, 'you're a shepherdess of words'. How you tend nature in your poems bewilder me in amazement! Keep it up, lady-poet. Dont stop writing.