Que Bela Lua

 

I see the moon , and the moon sees me 

God bless the moon and God bless thee..
The moon is a celestial body ,floating in space
At least I think its floating, as a child always wondered,
How it stayed up there ,so out of reach,
Now I know gravity holds it there, it has many faces...
My favourite are the crescent and the full moon...


Just the other night ,there was the most amazing beautiful
Bright shiny... moon, outside my window... QUE BELA LUA ...
What a beautiful moon says I...as I stand by the window watching,
Wondering, not realising someone was watching me... I lifted my hand
 
And smile, as he walked by, taking long strides, glancing back at me...
The vision was so clear, that I swear he was right there beside me...
I looked to my right ,but of course no one was there
But I could feel his breath on me... fanciful or what says I ...
 
Wishing it were true, regretfully I sigh , hysteria taking hold of me
Come back my love , my very first love, wont you come to me
As I search high and low, following his trail to no avail...
Why you run from me... don't you know , you and I are meant to be
 
I saw you first ,by the shiny moon ... I knew there was no hope for me
I see your face, in everyman I see... so you see my love no one else
Will do for me... the moon never lies, it brought you to me,
Now when I see the moon I howl... yes I howl at the moon ahh wolff
In ecstasy...

                                                                             5 of September  2013
                              By Connie James