Lily of the Night
We walked
out of the sun,
into the moon’s sparse beams.
I felt a chill on my fair skin.
Darkness.
Lilies glistened
in the frigid moonlight.
Unafraid of being too white.
Voices.
Incantations
above the cricket hiss.
Chanting rhythms never uttered
Naked.
Virginal Bliss.
Chaste and pure in thought.
Chaste and pure in every action.
Silence
Fills every breath.
Until even breathing
becomes booming thunder to me.
Silence
is all that’s left.
The lilies strain to hear
susurruses through blackest fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem