The Moon and the Journey

big, prying moon
stares down at us
like a cork in a bottle's neck

i feel swaying --
are waves crushing our boat
or some hands we cannot see?
swiftly we sail
down the red streams
up the flying beams
and through the fog ahead

this fickle wind --
will it get us anywhere?
while you arrange your hair
and friends drop by
in vessels and dirigibles
our boat floats on
hope for better guidance

silver satellite
will you come down
and crumble in my hand like sand?

two drifters --
we are two wandering oddballs
rolling on the restless main
with one empty brain
our acataleptic reflections
and such antic affection
keep us out of the frame

mighty shiva --
why can't you be clearer
about the fate you hold for us?
i'm not a believer
but i believe it's impertinent
not to consider your influence
in case you are omnipotent

sky sailor
show us the way
through this never-ending gale!

sinking sorrow
trickles from the voices
of the band playing sad tunes
and the crying moon
shivers in the clouds
while stars drop in swoon
like fainting admirers

we stand in wonder
as our boat passes the sight
is this what life is about?
twinkling moments
at the bottom of the glass
and weepy songs
of the good old past