the sea the skin of a wet dog,
black the beach; a ruined church,
the coastal lights a string of lesser ways;
we are as ampty as a dropped shell
pulled across the ebb, a ripple of salt..
and as the night gets deeper
a dragon breathes like the tide:
no mistake, the dark needs its hours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Leslie. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.