The ancient spy
Which is very high,
Which is too far away
To be a traitor and to say
About the scenes that it has seen.
The silent witness
Which is very keen
On stealing ones who loves, who dares
To challenge destiny, and pays.
Who pays for nightly love and lust,
Or sometimes loves forever after blinded thrust.
Its silver light,
As godlike threads,
Falls from the night sky
And it spreads.
It is a god of nightly deeds.
It carries in itself romantic seeds.
Immortal witness,
Looking from the sky.
But in the morning hiding:
Just because it’s shy.
It feels ashamed, for it has done:
The Moon has tried seduce the sun.
Eternal ward, the nightly god.
The keeper of the secrets
Which should not just be unfold…
I am your slave, romantic Moon.
Be sure: my sin you’ll witness very soon…
The Moon
© Copyright: Дениска Иванов, 2009
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