Velvet Moon

I buried uselessly that light in

the sky vastness…

Stone after stone to choke down its power.

The same light was aflame with

passion my every languid look for Short seconds and

lightened the heavy gloom of

my dull soul, among the stars,

through a window.

I threw up a carpet of

autumnal leafs, fresh and Scented petals of

purple roses To darken the bashfuler gleam.

The same light appeased and

look after my tormented sleep in

summer nights, cradling and caressing me with

velvet and fresh white hands.

I tried to catch this long and

golden-haired light in a plot ofv light and shade schemes,

painting in cold colours, while she was asleep,

the opal sky with mad and

desperate frieze of lies and with laced doodles of

resigned sadness.

Oh my lost sweet moon,

tomorrow one more second of your light voice,

of your ethereal song inebriates my breath

with your blow of jasmine in bloom,

drove by the salty breeze of

this enchanted night.

Laid your lips once again on mine and

raise my soul to you forever,

my moon, between sweet harp notes,

plucked from thin and angelic fingers.

All this night I want is

a velvet kiss of light from your lips.