Ocean at Night:
Water water everywhere, deep down to the ocean floor
Rhythmic rise and fall of swirling watermounds
Dancing to the music of the windtoward the ground
Dark and lonely wilderness far across thewater moor.
Icy winds blow across the water moor in a gale
Creating roaring waves temporary hills and vales
Amidst the eerier darkness is seen a glimmering ray
A lonely ship trudges in, from far beyond the bay.
Ocean at Day:
The dawn of day, brings the beach to a gay
The yawning sunrises up from the deep
Fisher folk boats scramble across the deep
Sea gulls hovering atop dive in, for their prey.
The beach sports deserted look with the rise of day
Save an occasional idle peddler wandering astray
Twilight blooms the beach with urchins at play
Slowly slide back to the roar of themoonlit waves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully crafted poem. Truly fascinating....5 stars*****