Interlude
sorrows
me
Nighttime is A Homecoming - A Sonnet
children, vexed intimate relations, and infected
The ice lake we stand on
If you wonder,
stay with me? Then let us share
for my family and my kingdom. I want to sit
to grow our meager living. Compared to the Solar Glory
of the Olympians, we live a nocturnal existence.
Let the Moon shine its dark glory into our lives,
and they will shine with the deepest glow of Darkness.
you and me. Where we find these ancient
I hear a low hum of music nearby.
that place from which Lord Odysseus fled in fear. We feel
The Right Moment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although I doubt whether I understand and feel it properly well I find it sensitive.