Symphony Of Delights Poem by Pedro Cescon

I was...
Some wolf's... night howl...
Crying...
While...
You were the blue moon...

And I...
Flew on...
The ocean...
While...
You were...
Diving in the sky...

Darling,
I can't...
See through...
The veil...
Standing...
Between me and your smile...

But eyes awake,
And we may find,
Maybe a matter of time,
Until we meet in the skyline,

Till we turn,
From the day and night,
To the same lost souls,
In the old fishbowl,

Well, I guess we'll just have to adjust,
Not that I think that we must,
Just feeling that before the bend,
Before we turn ashes and dust,
That we can finally blend,
If Ying and Yang find it just,

As one...
Soaring...
Over...
The world...
Together...
Through the waves and clouds...