Red sunset splashed on an exiting canvas of blue,
Moon rising upward reflecting down below,
to the contoured, creviced surface of deepening shadow on hue,
bouncing moonbeams, they become the show.
Oncoming glints of stars, begin to speckle, dot,
as companions to the lunar visitor.
The nighttime falls, darkness arrives,
saying, 'Now I am the solicitor.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem