viernes, 23 de abril de 2010

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

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