Mysterious blue
as midnight moonlight spills on
meandering dreams.
Once butterflies' ball is done
merlot bliss lies past the sun!
Red Mars reveries
join nights of mulberry rose
camouflaging green.
So many are not sleeping
when the yellow warblers sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted Tanka that beautifully depicts the wonders of the night. Great images as always.
I extend delighted, deepest thanks.