Tazaungmon Full Moon Night Poem by John Florio

Perhaps this moonlit night comes again,
but its memories will always remain,
This night, moonlight may not last long,
Come listen to my soul's song.

On twigs of trees sleeps moonlight,
From your urges sprays moonlight
They'll return tired soon, the twain,
The night of romance won't come again
A moment or two this clime may last long
Come listen to my soul's song.

On lips of waves are quite slow strains
In moist airs are shivery cool flames
Try blazing yourself in these lovely flames
Of life's tune you try changing its scales.
Let open up now heartbeat's tongue
Come listen to my soul's song

Fading are milieus raising are cravings
In shades of stars fables are blooming
Once if it goes away after beckoning
Shall not return caravan of surroundings
Come now, for life is now young
Come listen to my soul's song.

©John & Shwe / November 3,2017