Looming in this space the clouds wrap around its beauty
So tranquil washing into its thrilling musk of mystery
I gaze and gaze, for a moment I’m taken away
It glows, exquisiteness it shows
So close to the eye yet a Trillion miles away
My vision invites a tranquil moment
As I stand there in the dark
Staring...just starring...
Stood staring at the moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your descriptiveness in this poem. It really gives me an impression that I'm stood there, it's like your words can be touched :) The first 2 lines are great! 'Musk of mystery' - I like that. The moon is a thing of beauty, and so is this poem :) x