Tonight the moon beckons with all her charms,
lure and elegance. I cannot resist
having dreams of myself in her fair arms,
as the stars fade from me and I insist
on being her man for the remaining night.
Up there, it is a game of mind we play,
with our souls intertwined and silent thoughts
duly synchronized, with no words being said,
neither to fill up a normalized slot
but to revel in our altruistic love.
When we feel the end of the night is close,
just beyond the greying horizon to the east,
we climb down the sky unwinding our souls,
only then I can sleep, with the dreams all but lost.