it is nighttime
that is why
the moon is full
and the stars
are brighter as ever
the clouds are thin
as a quick brush of the
Chinese painter
the temple is empty
and the candles are turned off
by the wind from
the sea
the birds with their
dreams
do not sing
the usual sad songs
that you hear
now it is you who must
listen to the songs of
solitude
that silence that
dances
the classical ballet
that silence that anchors
the boat
by the side of
your lovely island
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem