Peace at night
A bucolic chant from an enchanted land
Oh, the moon! How many words of bliss have you inspired?
How many poets had to bleed wisdom in your name?
Why would you read this verse?
This is it, this is the end of my life
Within your silence, I should fade
Like you will, at sunrise…
But I will never see this place anew…
I will never see you again… My beloved moon