After dark I see distant head lights,
coming home closer to me so it seems.
Clouds passing by the face of the moon,
eye's that are hers, I for saw in my dreams.
Love after dark I read in a book,
words written by other's who lived before
and have died.
I am up close now and I can see, I am to be
what other's can't be,
alive in the moment as moment's can be
moment's are.
Ruby red lips, emerald green eyes and a dress
that but few dare could wear.
Attention and fame up on the stage, dancing
and swaying for one moment in time,
made possible by people like you, she once said.
Your judgement is gone and will never come back,
not as it was
caught up under her spell, she survives.
After dark when the moon swells and is full,
fruit that is ripe hangs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem