Why must dawn break and
days crack to see light?
Can something beautiful
only succeed something so violent?
The changes in the sky are
Subtle and slow;
There is nothing violent
In clouds of orange.
Night slips behind the stars,
As the Moon bows to the waking world;
Clouds drift into expanding light.
Daytime does not crack,
But softly grows
From a single beckoning
Of the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Evelyn. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks