The Moon Is At Home Tonight

The life we live in, like a ripple on the poised lake, 

Flowed on the white paper, where the shackled time 

Convoluted by patterns converted with hued colours 

Coruscating waves upon the glistening shore

The love of her eyes peeped out, she hid her face,

In the shape of a flame, and colourful glass of time 

Unfastened, disgorged, and stooped to conquer----

Digressing incense, obtuse, obscure----pestered and nervous, drowning deep into the unguent sea! 

Far awhile troubled by the visible darkness, that empty night and stirring the moon is at home tonight. ..

The world is upon my windows, a sense of emptiness and a deepening sense of deep solitude, time from the oceans heightened the flaming candles, 

The fairest creature flinging the refulgent soul into numberless glinting poems and stimulation, the moon is at home tonight. 

Jouissance fed with the prismatic light 

Dense sea in deep downing on the bare shore 

Orange water and chromatic light, feeding time floating like a giant whale. 

Piercing and palpitating, snowy rose is flown

The room is blue like a bluish sea, the perfumes of newly oceanic flowers 

The transfiguration of time, by the musing love 

Profusely spilt, the white bird aloof 

Outpoured the melody in the deserted city 

So moving and infrangible song breaking the silences of the seas, the moon is at home tonight. 

Chartered world, tilted out, hush-hush voice in the wrapped-up river, 

Brown fishes displayed on the naked sand------ 

Underneath the lambent sky, nakedness is beautiful 

Black hairs like the barbed wire, twisted and twirled down, splashed into the salty water, bareness is beautiful...

My eyes are drizzling at this time. Come on the wide seashore, the sea is yawning, come to me, speak to me a few words of hyper-real love. Why are you standing still? Come with me on the warm and sparkling sand, the high-flown night and the moon is in the blue tower. What are you doing, there? Empty like a lake, I have never understood what you are desiring. While the moon is at home tonight...

The wheel is trapped in the narrow alley, 

Where the troubled souls lose their bones

The moon is at home tonight.

What is love? 

The rose in the brine sea

What is love doing now? What is Rose doing? 

Love again and again love...

Do you know love? Perhaps, you know

Do you feel love? Do you eat love? 

Remembrance of the things past

The moon is at home tonight. 

What should I do now? What ought to be performed? 

I will open the door, and move out in mazy lanes

With my loaded knapsack, and so on...

At what time will I meet you? 

Timeless Clock? The moon is at home tonight. 

The death at evening rising to meet me, 

And if it arrives, a black wheelbarrow at twelve. 

And we shall play a sacred game of hide and seek, 

And sudden blasts at the door. Knocking...

Who's there? A friend, pal or foe 

Where is your doe at this time? The moon is at home tonight.