a mortal hears now a strange whisper whistle
sound with etching laugh murmur sighs sown
in between a vast sea time lullaby secret singing
to hear across ages surge tide all lost legends;
ancient all those lovely fairy tales whispered
on wave lips rush tide speaking the past the past
is hungry to speak to the present in a lonely dusk
gathering night on a remote beach by the sea;
as the power of day sunlight rays fades fades
into starlight sea journey possibilities twilight
is a time when common sense bright sunlight;
realities can morph into primeval shadows
twilight is haunting a nightmare fear in dark
psyche something is moving in darkness creeping;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is a time when common sense bright sunlight; realities can morph into primeval shadows twilight is haunting a nightmare fear in dark psyche something is moving in darkness creeping........a beautiful understanding of dusky beautiful twilight.