Poesia (18.2)

Under The Moon

As the sky would go dark

I would kiss your lips

Gently

And as the night would come

I would move my body

Towards yours

And make belief that we are here

For the night.

Finally the moon would show her face

And I would lay you by my side

And make a mess out of your hair

While singing a well-known song

That would make you see

That this dream shall come true

And under the moon

I would kiss you so gently

It would make you want

Never to wake up.

Under the moon

Your lips would meet mine

And let the night in the hands

Of the future.

Just under the moon

And with her as our own

Witness.