The moon glows
in bright yellow
The moon takes in all my pain
to glow in bright yellow
The more the pain
the greater the strength of its glows
The moon comes a-calling
first peeping
through the window
then takes leave
from the sky
roll from the tree,
and over the window
to the table and to my bed circling softly round
comforting my head
taking in all my aches
encasing them all in her
round body
The more it take my torments
The brighter it becomes
till my pain is now
a bright great mersmerising moon, rolling, rowing
over my whole physique
a mom taking all care, bearing all sins
to make sure her child is in full ease
the moon, with each
throb of my pain
it increases in its brighteness
the moon with each
throb of my pain
it increases in brightness
giving my life
a new lease of hope
taking away all my aches
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The power of thought is immense, and grossly underestimated. I do believe this could work! An unusual poem but fascinating..... Love, Fran xx