where the night and the ocean meet.
on the pier,
listening to the song of the surf,
to the tired whispering heath on the shore.
under the illuminated skies,
disturbed by the remote thunderstorms
and by the diligent planes.
we saw a moon,
that was rising from its rest,
over the rooftops,
rolling open the moonway
to our feet.
“let’s go, the moon invited us for a tea”,
and I said “we will wet our shoes”.
I didn’t mean to upset.