Dark Moon

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Dark Moon

 

 

The moon 
is dark 
tonight
while a hold 
your hand 
in mine

the clock whispers 
its seconds 
in the universe of the wall 
that frames it 

and its mechanical sound
makes my heart 
feel slow

I don't see 
my face in your eyes
when I look at them
there is only your limbo
between the green and  blue
of your gaze

lost 
in a journey
through the past
that makes us shipwrecked
shipwrecked
among the rocks 
of what could not be