The moonlight pales
in the wake of your existence,
it's nice to be allowed to see your face.

Treasured seconds, too short
I'm sorry to report,

Fate's not this generous with, "grace".

~

My shadowy thoughts
dare not boast my heart includes
the wondrous likes of you;

while the shadows play
time drifts away,

while your spirit holds the moment, "true".

~

Then, within the pale;
and empty, hollowed dreamscape
that's solely, only mine;

I saw a lady in a purple fur
Dancing softly on her head
wondering,
Am I alive or am I dead

The thought occurred to me,
That maybe it was in my mind
How could I see with closed eyes
Because when I slept I was blind

I attempted to become awake
To my chagrin I could not rises
It felt as if I were in a wake
Hearing words that were truly lies

Is dead, dead,
Or am I dreaming I’m asleep
With time not marking
How long will I count sheep

FALL

And all the heavens
stood watching
in awe
and in the silence
terror brings
they saw
you fall
whirling ever down
to this unholy ground

And deeper
into your hell
echoes of Judas cries
you heard
as you fell

ITALIAN

CADUTA

E poi tutto il cielo
nel silenzio che porta
il terrore
guardava
Lei
che stava
verso la terra profana
cadendo.

Ed a misura al buio
si avvicinava
echi d Giuda
ascotava

I was wondering...
at this age

why we wonder about age
at this stage

all is a mental comprehension,
years is a mere number
old guys perform better
than many much younger

well maybe at some time...
in all and many spheres
including meter and rhyme