Tender is the night
In the silver majesty of a full moon
I wonder why the wind is quiet
When the heart needs a voice
The stars are far but bright
We wish we could pluck them like flowers
How far is the morning, it matters not
For someone finds in the lunar glow
The luster of the beloved's eyes
A cry goes up to the skies
Oh, what bliss the seeker finds!
Tender is the night.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
silver majesty...nice phrase...... a cry goes up to the skies......
Tender is the night, a wonderful poem by Nosheen Irfan, I really liked it.
Tender is the night In the silver majesty of a full moon I wonder why the wind is quiet When the heart needs a voice - - - - - - - - - A really wonderful write- - -I feel the tenderness all through the poem.
You have delivered up the essence of night in this poem : I wonder why the wind is quiet When the heart needs a voice The stars are far but bright We wish we could pluck them like flowers- - - - - - - such luscious lines, soothing, searching, luminous. You have captured the tenderness! ! ! 10
A night beautifully portrayed that the reader wishes life had been an unending night of lunar glow and smiling stars. Let us promote the morning star, Venus, to the midnight, to complete this picture of ecstasy. (10)
Hi Nosheen, The stars are far but bright We wish we could pluck them like flowers. What an exotic line of thought! Very innovative. Loved reading this wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing.10
Another lovely poem. Email notification and half the links on the website are not working but I still found you.
Yes, Barry there's some issue with the site. Thanku for finding me. lol
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perfect description of the night, nicely written....Loved it.... And I too wonder why the wind is quiet When the heart needs a voice