So when the moon
draws the tide
you crawl into yourself;
your eyes close like
a wet umbrella,
the tension in your face
slacks, the wind cools;
your breath flows
steady under the sea,
the stars slip into the dark, the waves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love he calming effect this poem has on my soul, great imagery and rhythm also. Really great poem, leaves a lasting impression in my mind of sleep. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn