Black is the Night
A beauty so divine
So holy a sight
Fire is revived
With the grace of a swan
You Move and walk
Just One look
to cloud my thoughts
The moon at night
Lets through the light
the sun at day
paves the way
So hold my hand
when I hear the sound
and walk with me
when I cross the final path.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So hold my hand when I hear the sound and walk with me when I cross the final path.. a very fine poem in short verses you convey a lot...... thank you. tony