The silken threads of moon through the night air,
With love dripping from your sight like luminous sounds
Of sweet touching softness, the air warm as the moon
Spins in its ecstatic trance, and your beauty is sacred
As halos of dream, spilling the bewitched night upon our eyes,
Soft in our love and worship of shimmering Venus,
Dazzling inner lights of the celestial heights,
ln the wondrous garden of Aphrodite in her night,
The trees sound in their rapturous whisper.
Bucaramanga, Santander, Colombia.
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Tim Cloudsley nació Cambridge, Inglaterra. Es sociologo, escritor y poeta. Trabajó como profesor en la Escuela de Idiomas, de la Universidad Industrial de Santander, Bucaramanga en el ámbito de estudios culturales y literatura.