That moonlight,
that Christmas,
Yehudit, you and I.
Stars in that dark sky.
You wrapped up
against the cold
in that old coat.
Carol singing in
that country lane
with other members
of the church choir.
Closer than we'd ever
been. Breath on the air
visible by moonlight.
Some held candles
and some torches.
I held your hand
and you held mine.
Yours eyes I gazed at.
Bright as stars. We
held carols sheets in
one hand and sang
from them. Our other
hands held each others.
We drifted slowly from
cottages to cottages down
country dark cold lanes.
We followed just behind
love matched. Kiss me,
you said. I kissed. We kissed.
Passions much stirred. Star
of wonder the choir sang.
Your lips held mine. Who
saw who didn't us kiss,
who cared? None saw
who said. Now many
years later no one sings
and you are dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem