Poezie

Moonset

1 min lectură·1 septembrie 2004

Mediu

I am waiting, dear,

In the silent field.

Thoughts are blowing mild,

All among your trees.

I am waiting distant

At a broken hour.

Steps would follow ways

All along your dreams.

I would tell the story,

That about two skies,

Playing with the stars

When the clouds are snoring.

I had asked the trees

To invent leaves longing

Who could call them back

In the twilight home.

Only in these moments

If you only come,

I would then become,

The song of the torrents.

And then you would know

Poppy cloud horizon

Is a kiss of skies

Shielded by the sun.

Grass is growing bright

And the light is falling

Counting stars at night,

One by one, and lulling.

I stay on the field.

The moon keeps receding.

Better you leave now,

Since her heart is waiting.

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Monica Manolachi. “Moonset.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/monica-manolachi/poezie/85033/moonset

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