There was nothing to hear...
But the breath of the moon,
Exhaling and erasing any and all burdens
I had decidedly hurried
To tuck into drawers
Out of sight....out of mind...
Tonight....thoughts unleashed
Free to wander
Where the boats slept in their slips
And the Autumn air kissed
the drying hydrangeas
Goodnight.
There was nothing to see,
But the breath of the moon
Huffing it's imprinted halo glow
Unto the open shuttered window
Of the French door pane
That remained ajar
While I slept
With no fear, no formula...
After frolicking, in a wee hour garden
That twinkled with tinsel
Romancing this poet's pen...
There was nothing to feel
But the breath of the moon
As it slipped it's shawl
Around my shoulders
Asking me to slow dance
On the crimson carpet of
Fallen leaves...there,
In the vivacious breeze
Of a steal away, for today, moment
Where I ALMOST forgot
I was breathing...
If not for the pageantry
Of parading stars...
Nothing looked better
Nothing sounded better
Nothing felt better
The breath of the moon!
I like the romantic ambiance of this poem: 'While I slept With no fear, no formula... After frolicking, in a wee hour garden That twinkled with tinsel Romancing this poet's pen...' It's beautiful and pure romantic. 'Asking me to slow dance On the crimson carpet of Fallen leaves...there, In the vivacious breeze' Wonderful!
Romance of place and its celestial reach that lit this faint atmosphere and magic of trans season. Fineness stained pages.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delighting all of the senses... not even the taste of the breath of the moon escapes my imagination... as, by your pen, it gently kisses me... I love this poem...