no moon tonight
this earth is black
as the corners of
deep shadows,
oak trees cover
streetlights, your hands
cover the stars, I
trace nothing shapes
the sun sunk down
with your goodbye
it is a good night
to fly, Icharus
should have waited
for a night
with no moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stellar. Love how you bring it back to the beginning, title, opening line with the close. you have a way of turning ordinary to extraordinary. best care, sjg