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Moonlight Rhapsody
A free-verse poem
I am staring at the moon while wondering why it’s hanging up there.
It’s almost full.
Awaited perfection is still missing a slimmer slice, preventing her from showing complete shining rotundity.
A holy halo is lingering all around her; like a fairy veil that’s floating in a dance lightly and expanding in the bright neat night sky.
A corner of magic clarity in the blue of the darkness, which I look at from this tiny spot on Earth, while walking with my dog:
My routinely goodbye to the blasphemous world, before retiring for another long needed sleep, in the silence of my life.
I don’t want to dream about pieces of human mechanics polluting your seas of peace and tranquility;
I don’t want to dream about human steps scarring your weightless body of wisdom;
I don’t want to dream about human wars for your conquest subduing your eternal presence in our universal history.
A thin ephemeral bluish cloud is passing by your side, Moon, but it can’t do nothing to hide your presence and, instead, generously, motherly,
You enhance it like it was a glimmering curtain on the immense spatial vacuous black.
