After midnight the stars went out
vanishing the fleeing moon
darkness holds our hands
as night takes it's tumble toward the day
I watch the stars go out with no fear
of an invisible moon singing my poems
to the sky who once twinkled teasingly
now fallen angels, shroud of air
my prayers soars in circles around them
as they chase the moon to heaven
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm not sure why but this line really appeals to me: darkness holds our hands