Garlanded with moonlight
your body dreams
as I, awakened
by the moonlight’s touch
upon my sleeping
skin
gaze with admiration
of this painting
that the moonlight
paints of you.
Behind your eyes
your dreaming
sifts through
thoughts
until it comes
to this
and you dream
the dream
of you
dressed in nothing but
moonlight
and I in love
watching you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem