It is a quiet night
Perfect, wouldn’t you say
To steal each other and
Follow the moon’s way
To glistened paths of luminescence
Only tread by the few
Of night’s most famous lovers
Who lay upon nature’s fresh dew
Blades of grass to comfort
Trees to shade the glow
But a glimmer of crimson passion
Upon the face my hands know
Peaceful rest in each arm
Silence in the form of gazes
Stars the only witness to our secrecy
Along with the summer hazes
Let us sneak out now
And find the hidden treasure
That the moon has lit the way to
Our own heavenly leisure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem