Is your shadow paling,
as the moon unmasks her glow,
Is your mood prevailing
in hopes your darkness grows?
Upon your sulken effort
to blacken all around,
The moon is ever-mystic
casting spotlights on the ground.
Throwing shadows longer
you try one last time to dim,
But the ever-glowing power
of her moon shines deep within...
Not one without the other
the light and shadow be,
A balance never ending
weaving night's tapestries.
2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice Kim, as I read this piece I can see the pale moonlights shadows cast unpon the ground. Very nice imagery here. Thanks for shareing this piece with us 'Keep on inking the Pages' Poison