I love to walk on a summer night
with the moon above shining bright
with me in a sullen melancholic plight.
The night would be drab
with you out of sight
but I must cast aside
nagging thoughts out of mind
So why must i ponder over yesterday's flight
when here is the moon hunting me with its light?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely poem. Thank you posting. The moon is so enchanting. I also wrote about the moom and posted it on here.