Giorgio A. V. - - Laughing Moon

Our seaward route defines the night's mistrust,
recites untruths, upon the waters' wakes,
the brines transmit upon the breeze my past,
with demons transferring my last mistakes.

They are my ocean pals! From dark sea depths
they jump and dance inducted like buffoons,
and holding violins or brass trumpets,
they gallivant around with looney tunes.

Meanwhile the stars, elusive, send their spark,
my pals embark on boats with wooden laughs,
discerning critics of our ghostly barque,
where waxen maids regale on moon's behalf.

Some lovely group! Night's theater folklore,
with drunk musicians and chords distuned,
who awkward smile with swollen lips to yore,
in front of a half-hidden laughing moon.

They sing for me! Hoarse sounds, guitars' slack strings,
brass horns, vociferous trombones and lyres;
my joker pals in airy jumps they sing,
transmitting brassy, foolish laughs and tears.

And dancing they absorb my stare and thought,
with anchor amulets that neck-chains hold,
away they glide, like seaport prayers besought,
upon magnificent of seas to voyage bold.

Saluting me, a dancer higher jumps
('mid pandemonium tunes - on marble delf!)
and as the  laughing chorus plays paeans,
avaunt he sails resembling myself.

Giorgio A. V.

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