Conversation with my Moon (164)
Look at the sky, said the moon.
you’ll see me there,
I’ll take care of you,
no matter how far you’ll believe I am.
You promised a lot of things, my dear one;
but I never saw you when I was crying out my soul.
you’re in a free fall across all the galaxies,
impossible to reach,
If you don’t see me it doesn’t mean I’m not here;
I know you better than you do,
I can describe your every gesture, every word,
those touches of black thoughts,
your velvet lips,
your little fingers writing down a poetry.
I can sing love songs about your soft skin
and make paintings with your naked heart.
You cannot hide, cannot run,
‘cause I am you.
Writing a a poem a day for 1 year. This is lucky number 164. Thanks for reading.