Wearily reclines the midnight moon
Stars dreamily wait to fade
The nightjars somewhere sleepily croon
My eyes slumber doesn’t invade.
I hear my bloodstream in the canals of vein
The lubdub of my doughnut from deep
Echoes of footsteps, long forgotten pain,
My eyes can’t trace a wink of sleep.
The night ages the moon seeks west
Stars yearn an end to their trek
Inside my head they still abhor rest
Run random my thoughts without break.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes we wish our thoughts would take a break and give us peace. That feels so good, just to rest and think of nothing. I enjoyed your poem