She Moon

She Moon

Moon have been always above

People who like to think

She’s made of cheese

That she’s a calendar, a clock

People have tried to conquer it

Others have begged her for

A lot of strange favors

And asked her a lot weird questions

She isn’t a rock, but also isn’t a planet

All what she does is to make waves

Inside water, inside yours and the ocean

She plays games with women and insane poets

She’s also a mirror

That reflects sunlight

The more immediate step

In the abyss of space

The closest witness

Of the blue-green life miracle

And of the human’s footprints

On the earth’s surface

VABM 23 April 2010