Restless spirits wrap cobweb
threads of endearing sonnets, 
capturing words of soothing soliloquy 
beyond the sound of silence.
Sky meanders as keeper of the stars 
following the moon's pathway
as two lovers of truth trespass 
on hallowed ground
entering night's fantasies forest.
Helen Crutchett                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    