There is an emptiness,
along with the movement
of unnamed shadows.
But I see the moon flowing,
and I have your love,
loyalty and tenderness.
Leaving the sky, the mountains
and the oceans perfect.
Against the coldness
of the others.
Bitter rain and black clouds
There is an emptiness,
along with the movement
of unnamed shadows.
But I see the moon flowing,
and I have your love,
loyalty and tenderness.
Leaving the sky, the mountains
and the oceans perfect.
Against the coldness
of the others.
A Wandering Poet 