Over the years,
I've found a midnight in your voice.
Secret and forbidden,
magic and close,
in the dark of the night
Infinite and lit with
Orion's watchful eye,
rushing past the waterfall
I'm hiding behind.
Made of memories,
lemons and chances,
radiance and sweet liquor,
emerging from the edge of the world.
After all these sunsets,
the midnight is
ready to come find me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely, well worded poem, Maya. Thanks