as the sun sleeps
and the moons cycloptic eye
is gazing down
upon me. i look at the sky
and take time to ponder
on each newly risen star
i think of pearls
and flavored bubbles
and hot tubs in the summertime
i think of nightlights
and how i would catch fireflies
and hold them in a jar
until i couldnt anymore
and i had to set them free
and how i would run the fields
late at night
like a cloud runs the summer sky
and i stand on the beach
looking out onto the ocean
like a blue blanket
sewn together with saphires
and the sun magnifying each dropp of wave
and in this moment
i am happy
peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great imagery, Brooke.