Brave moonbeams penetrate my soul
Reflections of the suns humility
Jupiter decorates the serene night
Star gazing brings shooting stars
I feel sane amidst all the chaos
Creation seems to have a Holiness
Crickets sound like great gentle choirs
We all should listen to Thoreau
Silence and solitude our great teachers
Wisdom whispers in a vast garden
Beethoven would take long walks
Poetry needs connection with the constant
Prayer and meditation makes the heart burn
I walk behind Wordsworth and Shelley
Silent boughs loom in nights moonlit shadows
Tonight I am in the presence of the noble
Nature connects us in divine hallways
Beauty is the fabric of woven light
Time lives in circles of mystic art
The creators mind is filled with love
Tonight I feel connected
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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