NIGHT BY THE BAY
My darling, my princess, won't you stay?
The tall sails of white spike the placid bay
By the wooden jetties, beneath the gleaming stars,
Where soft, nylon, bright guitars
Play classical odes heard from the beach.
The moonlit rays and their cosmic reach
Grace your dress as you lay reclined and dreaming.
All the hovering, silver orbs are gleaming
In the heights of the firmament, bereft of all pain.
I shall kiss your lips, and caress your mane.
And your eyes shall ascend above the seas
Where raptures blend with ecstasies.
JOHN LARS ZWERENZ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem