The Perfect Moon Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

'The perfect moon
its light shining
all over the horizon
on this winter night
of long and silvery lines
and the winds
rustling in the trees
softly whistling
like a measured song
it's like my love...
drifting across the plains
lurking in the shadows
of the empty streets
passing in the ruins
of the old lighthouse
crossing the deep
darkening sea
and travelling in the
clouds and starlit skies
to be felt far away
in the pores of her skin
and to the innermost
artery of her heart.'