Home on the Moon
I will buy for us, my love
a piece of land on the moon,
on the dark side of it,
where often is raining
and there is not too much to do,
no bills to pay,
nothing to catch up with,
nothing to plan and execute sharply,
no resilience stretching,
no need of big achievements
to give time and existence meaning,
no small gains’ hunt
under the illusion of happiness.
Like never before
we are going to listen
to the rain drops on the rooftop,
to the rain birds’ voice
and the cats lazy walk.
Yes, my love
the sunshine will get through
the curtain of rain and shades
of life.
We will roam
on the bare mountain
in search of the last crystal clear
stream of truth
to cool our thirst.
We are going to dangle
our feet to the edge of the world
just listening to the echo of
of the void.
We will sit and worship
from that day on the flowers
as the perfect creations
of the Universe...
those white roses
at your window.
Author: Francisc Edmund Balogh
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