A tear escapes the eyes
and the price that life exacts
for granting serenity
is the sound you will see at last
but with no eyes
as the moonlight out on the sea
is conducting your figure in a dance
where your hips are as faithful
as eternity wiping your cheeks dry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Most profound. Love the moonlight on the sea conducting a dance, sublime imagery. HG: -) xx