Under the April moon
we played a game – the sea and I.
She was the mirror of my soul
with a veil of mystic light.Under the April moon
we played a game – the sea and I
Will you be the sun or the moon? She asked me.
I said, I would always want
to be a moon stalker
like you.
An amorous seeker of
blue nights’ moments
wandering around in the dark,
reflecting light,
to everyone around.So is your soul,
she said.