Vagueness: Time Poem by Atef Ayadi

Between me and
Eileen
an ancient vague subject
called
time.

while
i always feel
i have time;

she always
think and feel time.

i see a lighted candle simply as the sun;
she sees the lighted candle like 'the' full moon.

i like to fly and orbit around the moon;
she want to built a safe lovers' colony
on the moon.

she wants less light in the night time, because she is always
hiding in the moon;

i wants wine to be
rested and served on the moon.