In the still of the night you come to me
I sense your shape in the white moonlight
I listen for you in the tick tock clock
And the far off surge of the sea
Lulled by the curve of the sickle shape moon
The sweet peas scenting the lovers swoon
I feel for your touch as the swell meets shore
And the surging sigh of the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem