the tide is restless turning in its sleep
the rippled moon sits on the horizon
and in the eerie light
the dawn is not awake
from where I stand atop a grassy dune
the sound of gentle lapping waves
is faintly heard above the hush
where liquid silver whispers
no man may known its secret message
it hides in moonlit waters
on an empty and foreign beach
translated by the darkened tide
The mysterious moon, the dark night n tidal waves...that conjures up a romantic picture in mind.
The moon over water is indeed beautiful and can have many messages.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I understand it fully and thing of translating it, Barry.Those I have translated sound so beautiful in my greek.Many of yours worth, deserve the attempt.
I was thinking how as the moon sets in the west it is rising in someone's east. I just wrote this last week I think.