Michael Diehl, Moon Rising
The vibe is good and I’m smiling away to myself
And no, Eden is not a secluded, rarefied parlour
Where they just stare at Him,
Don’t believe these tales,
As ever it’s the damned who get jealous,
Those riders and ghosts reading spooky tales,
Among still clouds, hectic waves,
Where indifference proves sheer hell-
They’ll never change, poor wasted souls,
And how come they are naked?
Maybe ‘cause water gets even with your first roots,
Shouting at them names and dirty looks,
So, don’t look upon light nor fear, don’t touch
The green among the trees-
Just a quick peek if he asks you
What’s dew in your pockets, it’s rain, right? –
So, let him forge the usual corny questions
To stalk your desire-
No big deal, my soul, have you got time
To hunt for a light blue sky?
You might, but your body, and your limbs
Go all out to mess with you, while your days
Do all they can to draw her attention,
Only the Hunter’s moon keeps running
Bit lost in her thoughts-
And you know, don’t you, not only
She dodges the most unpleasant chores,
But she hides to wreck the burning bush,
And you keep hiding too in the blue
Your soul longs for-
Okay, not a wise choice if it doesn’t let you
Meet a life you’d like to have-
Well, to be honest even the moon
Isn’t keen on giving herself to endless nights in blue satin,
Whenever you ask her ‘You in?’
‘Just staring at those newlyweds on the beach,
She looks like a meringue, he a penguin-
But I’m coming’, so she goes to me
In her deep husky voice.
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Gabriella Garofalo