moon swept clouds
clouds sweeping past
moon seen unseen
moving shifting shadows
moon lures minds souls
catch of month in wind
swept remote reaches
wild places where moon
plays over moon lit lost
lonely moor mountains
moon hides among trees
moon hides among lives
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the repeating pattern in this, it establishes a hypnotic drone, the images of the moon really bring it to life.