I wait for the moon to
Be the highest it can be
Before I come out
Slowly I go and find
The small circular clearing
With wet flat grass
The footprints glow from
The moonlight shining down
Casting the enchantment
Slowly I take the first
Step and lose myself
In the song of the rain
The music form the rain
Is none like there is a
And no more beautiful
The rain is a blur and
I feel my wings coming
Out and being free
Slowly I rise and the air
Now glows around in the
Shape of footprints
The song changes from a
Whisper to a symphony
Loud and heard everywhere
The moon is nearly gone
And the enchantment is
Taken back
I fly back home to be
Back in time and
Everything disappears
I lay down and sleep to
Rise in the morning and wait
For another night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem