I thought I'd write about the sun
to brighten up your day,
But it is night and the moon beckons me to play,
so off into navyness I run with no dismay.
Within night comes many sparks
of little ones which glow,
I'll capture some just for a while
and then I'll let them go...
I'll bring their light to you tonight
and a beaming smile to face,
And all your worries deep inside
their little fires' erase.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem Kim. I really enjoy your work. Sincerely, Mary