Flowing in the wind, waiting at oceans tide.
By the great moonlight, all the stars in the sky.
Join together, now and forever.
Mornings light ~ comes and goes.
Hold together hand in hand,
The tide comes in,
Again and again.
Restless amoung the horizons sight,
Glourious rays of bonding light.
The moons shadow is scared and gone,
Whenever the light comes and sings its morning song.
Hiding away but then starts to fade,
The sun conquers all.
And the moon above, then now falls.
Yet there will come another night where the whispers of the wind
And the levitation of the stars grasps the heavens,
The moon is once again reborn, but has now chosen another form.
The great black wolves cry out to this moon, howling in a simultaneous
tune.
The moons brethren have come, together in the night.
The moons brethren have come, and are prepared to fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked the sonnet at the end.