Alive, alive, the breath i draw,
and the pleasure of seeing the world,
with the sun so bright,
it feels like the planets in the void,
are just moths drawn to its light.
To be warm by a fire,
and watch the moon glow,
like a giant candle on the table of the gods.
In the silence, the crickets conspire,
or tell their stories to the darkness.
To be in such a world,
on a night like this,
where the darkness feels velvety,
like you have just crossed a group of ghost
in black coats on their way to a masquerade.
Ah but to be here,
and not anywhere else,
but right here.
And to be with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem