Crescent Moon arching;
pacing a summers night sky lullaby,
gathering distant sunbeams.
All time is second guessed,
here within your luminous tawny lace.
Caught like a web; you amongst I?
Waiting to shimmer within your presence.
My faith as your vessel; for myself no release.
Only imagining of whats more, chasing your cascading ever-essence.
And for that
I wait to dream.
Yes Andrew, the wonders of the night bring something mystical and the emotions in this poem are so well expressed. Excellent poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Hans, I am happy someone was able to relate.