Moon

The Moon

Anchored
In nothing

But an imaginary V
Of one
Couple

Of ducks

Deepening
The blush
Of this universal greaness

Of the skies

Reflecting
Another nonexistent roof
Of two

Cries
Of the seagulls

Piercing
The shimmering moonlight
With their wings

Whipping the fluffiness
Of dark waters
”Into the light, we command thee!”

Before the window closed
Two
Other lovers sneaked in
Circling
Each other

Winking

At the nearby star

Blinkin’

No

The perceiver was not

High

Just

Emotions reached Zero
Point

In time
Resembling the line

Of a nonexistent fisherman

And

His rippled echo