Moon over the bay
By the sparkling calm I sit
Drinking my sorrow
Wavelets kiss my feet
Wine dampens my winded mind
Water calms my heart
The sky is tilting
The tide is ebbing slowly
So Must is the hurt
The fading moon lets
The first color of the dawn
Across my face mark
Then the sun will rise
So must I though uncertain
Rise and walk I must
yes, we must go on.. as the sun does every morn... and let time heal the pain according to its own schedule...beautiful haikus, individually and as a whole...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love all of it especially the first and fourth stanza