Little star, dreaming of the night and sky
So alone living above and beyond
Under the crescent moon, so peacefully
Little star, gleaming within sight so high
So well known for your love and solar bond
Under the fluorescent lune so calmly
Little star, streaming with bright cosmic ties
A lonesome dove within the wishing pond
Under A quiescent tune sung softly
Little star, beaming lightly and nearby
A cyclone of trove and heavenly monde
Under the incandescent harvest-moon
Little star, of the holy northern edge
Sweet slumber, under a spiral of dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is something worth reading. It allows me- the most wonderful reader :) - to choose what I want the little star to be, metaphorically. A star, or, perhaps, a someone. Either way, the word choice is excellent and you have done something many poets can not do- allowed the reader to draw his own conclusions. Check out my poems if you get a moment. (Love is a state of mind) **********