Sway bound Moon
Full and round
Pitching wayward
Away into my thoughts
Speechless
I remain in reflection
Still as
I am
Moved by you
Drawn along with you
I wonder what secrets the ocean keeps
Of our own?
Plenty
Of our own belonging to others
sewn from the past
Belonging to
memories unalike
Much alike the silvery trim of
each passing cloud
Distinctly its own
in your light
Yet
Unique unto itself
for a moment
along your silent course of chance
Meeting
Again
with you Moon
For now
this is what was because of
how you know not what you do
Until the water rests
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
while planting a garden for others to enjoy do not take your time to smell the roses