Ballad of the Moon (Romance del Luna)

The moon in full mast,
would glide over hills
and mountains, over treetops;
the wind snored to its content.

It reached Paris
and sighed as it envied
the lovers' eyes
that each woud rather stare at.

It soared high above,
over paved needles that persisted
to wound the sky
but always failed.

Its silvery eyes peered through
the paved needles -
rain fell down on the streets;
an old man slept on the sidewalks.

The moon in full mast,
perched over treetops
and joined me by the river
to sip a little drink.

-dyankayben-