love not the fading of the light
darkness is its only offering
oh the light of the moon and the stars
oh there may be too many of them
but their silence is deadening
their flickers merely an additive
wait for the twilight for it
offers you the breaking of day
the light of the sun
the merrymaking of the flowers and bees
the whispers of love in the air
the playful waves of the sea
love me not
for i am only the friend of the moon
please go
i have nothing but the empty promises of the stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is so sad. Why did you write that poem? What inspired you here? Thanks for sharing, SIr.