it is the night
lit by the moon
best if it’s full
that gives strange shadows to familiar things
when poets are supposedly inspired
to write about their pain their love
often the same
important thoughts of life and death
their joys of the quotidian and
that you catch the day
and live it like it were your last
you never know
just a split second
and your life has turned into your past
benignly, though, the moonlight introduces softer thoughts
of passion and of the beloved
distant in space but always close in mind
romantic moments lingering in afterthoughts
some times I think that if it were not for the distance
that always separates those who have pined
for their reunion
the world’s treasure of poetry might just be half
of what it is today
the same may well be true for all the lines
penned under tears about that unrequited love
addressed to those unwilling subjects of desire
who often in the course of writing
turn into objects of the writers’ ire
the moonlight’s pristine shine
in fact a mere reflection of the sun
for a few hours of the night
changes our vision
opens up doors to different worlds
full of desire, hope, and desperation
allows us glimpses of ourselves
that daylight never shows
we feel we can speak words
under the pale light of the moon
or the dark corners of the night
that would not make much sense
under the brilliance of the sun
the quiet splendor of the moonlight’s grace
lets us experience that other space
we tend to close and keep apart
in our hasty tour of every day
that’s why
in our few calm moments
we all should listen to what they
our poets
have to say about the night
the moon’s strange light
and how it keeps their thoughts in flight