Sometimes when piercing the bleakest sky
You arrive like a new moon
Silver all over you,

I get drenched by thy light
And the world too,

Sometimes when you rise
Against the dark
Naked like a moon

I find myself intoxicated
By thy ambrosaic potion
And the world it seems
Beautiful than ever,

Silvery flakes of moon
Then fall into my room
Of Heart,
And I just get dyed
By your sacred aura.

(*Note: loosely based upon a painting as attached done by Paolo Damiani)


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