Rio Luna

Struggling to recall what brought me here,
I stay flattened on the ground.
My eyes half-shut and my body, bare -
The cold wind blew with gloomy sound.

What am I doing in a place like this -
In the middle of a summer night?
What made me go so numbed like this?
What is that enticing light?

Ah.! The moon, so big, so full, that thing!
It scared the countless stars away…
I felt the grass against my skin
Brushing me, lulling me in a strange way.

Then slowly I turned to explore the place;
With my heavy head and weary eyes.
From not so far, emerged a familiar face
That fine lady in a goddess’ guise.

She sat there by the river under the befusa tree
As the owls arrived and monarchs started to flee.
Just as I remember that time when we were free;
The mere sight of her fills my heart with glee.

“Rio Luna?” my hushful voice almost unheard.
“Rio, my love.!” She didn’t hear a single word I slurred.
With gentle voice she sang a song without a word
But oddly soothing like a spring morning bird.

‘Tis where we escaped, on that cold winter night;
Witnessed by the moon, the river and the tree.
She made me promises amidst an awful plight
As she opened heaven’s door for me.

Then angels sang upon us - love-incarnate
As our bodies touched to become one.
And oh! All meaning so suddenly dissipate;
All reasons, all questions begone!

And as they say: the flowers bloom for butterflies,
Burning candles at both ends light our dreams,
Snakes too, seek for their shares as they glide.
Indeed, it’s a surreal space as it seems…

Yes, that meaning so desperately pursued
By wise monks and lousy poets alike
I had a glimpse yet from me, eluded
Like a single lightning’s strike.!

That immortal night under the faithful moon
Her soft silky skin glimmered with the snow
And the river gushed with sweet, sweet moan
As the cold wind caressed her blow after blow…

And tenderly she whispered closely to my ear,
“Gracias, gracias por esta noche mi Amor!”
Softly I replied, “please stay with me my Dear…”
Like knowing inside I’ll never see her anymore.

For in that cold, immortal winter night
Beheld by the moon, the river and the tree
I just tried to steal the devil’s bride
Buried deep where no one could see.

The glimpses of her make me come back;
Again, numbed flattened on the ground.
Stricken with illness of sanity’s lack -
Hoping to hear that same wonderful sound.

Autumns pass yet ne’er again did lightning strike -
No, not for this, this lousy poet sleuth.
Well, maybe it’s just the pieces of lies
That makes it whole, the elusive truth!