Luna

The night, in white darkness 
Between blind leaves that fly, 
I confounded myself through the illusion. 
I share with you the beauty that I see. 

We wrecked in our deliriuns, 
Strewed on nothing, in the arms of freedon. 
There, in her sleeping shelter, between clouds and stars, 
She searches for her lover. 

Oh moon, bristled of lust, 
Invocated by your guardians 
Dawn undo you 
With the sadest voice, I return with hands full of poetry 
And the wounded soul, feeling the miracles of the substance