The unattainable beauty
That which far out reaches my hand
A near perfect dream realized
And yet never truly known
Always to be too distant
Always to be only looked upon
She calls me to speak such words
Of dedication and devotion
My heart aches and sings intwine
A dance of multitudes
The sonnet rises and falls
Nature beckons a beginning
Between the fallen moon
And the rising sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem