The path of Moon

The Moon has taste and pulse,

We have our faith and doubts,

Until they have our fear,

We're happy now and here,

 

With ruthlessly high lines

Of stars so cold and fine,

I love your precious smile

And hold you for a while.

 

And nature, full of lust

And weariness of nights

Will slowly touch our dusk

And multiply our might.

 

*Thank you so much.

 

*This poem is based on one bright and meaningful translation of a poem by W.Goethe which was made by one of this website's users - Tatyana Uvarova but this is a free interpretation of the topic she has chosen. I'd like to express gratitude for her depth and a professional view of the translator's mission and skills.