When The Clouds...
When the clouds, like waves, overwhelm the moon.
by Luca Menin
The nocturnal sea of velvety glances, sail
I have been stood, in this ocean of dark blossom.
Where silent hang the remembrance, of the last hoot.
Tranquillity blindfold my eyes
I cannot see; my eyes fall.
On a blind diamonds mine.
Of sparkle stars and hollow dark.