The magazine MAQ May-June 2019 | Page 140

Moon' s eyes

I saw sadness

In the Moon' s eyes

Like a mantle of clouds

Wrapping her face.

I heard the moon

Pleading for

Peaceful embraces

Like a thundering storm.

I grasped warm tears

From the moon' s eyes

Dripping on like

An engulfed river.

I swam in her tears. ..

Landing among

Fields of gold.

Elisabetta Denti