The Moon Sonata

Having waited for the weekly scout ship

She showed up in the bar of spaceport once a week.

Her name was Isabel - I think -

She had a look of goddess, in who's eyes you'd see extreme fatigue.

And having ordered a wineglass of Vin Santo*

She was waiting for the news about her honey;

She didn't finish drink and having left a blue banknote on a counter

She went quietly, though barman didn't want to take her money.

And everybody knew, she's waiting for Jose,

She couldn't have slept soundly for three long years;

He has being flying still somewhere in a starship's cell,

But lass couldn't forget him - she would not dare.

As other stalkers - he was wandering the worlds 

And his star life to time on earth he wouldn't change;

She hated all that cosmic mess - in other words -

La chica* wanted to breed the Martian horses on the ranch.

He didn't fly from his distant trips -

You wouldn't tie a space explorer like a trotter.

That's why a melancholy moon sonata sounds every week

For so many waiful planets' daughters.

Vin Santo - the Saint wine, kind of an Italian wine

La chica - a girl in the Spanish language