Strana terra

Strana terra

I met a girl
she's cool
she dreams
she writes
and looks into the skies

You can tell
she's not from around
her beuty is more like
light from beyond
mirror's sides,
a misty shade
in her eyes,
a game of cards
on a kiss;
one heart or
an ace of spades.


I met a girl,
she seems to share
with dreams,
to be running after
time,
the clock never stops
beats, and runs and jumps
is white, it is a dance
a vals of wonder
spinning, spin around
on this land.

Para C. Moon