Moment of Now
How I dislike the moment of now:
It is empty like a modern stage,
Barren like a human of my age,
Deprieved of love, like lovers nowadays,
Despised, like every single object that decays.
But memories inclosed inside a drawer
Mature over time.
They get their fluffy, dusty cover
Of their prime.
Ripe memories I harvest from an incubator
Inside my head.
My deepest mind, He is a kind creator
Of tasty wine and bread,
Of endless worlds, all filled with smells and light
This must be right...
I look in the misty, wry morning -
The berries still hanging with drops to their tips.
Detatched from anything,
But tomorrow an ocean will touch them with its lips.
All must unite, all will unite,
Even though it makes no sense tonight.