Conspiracy

the wanton moonlight spreads herself on the rooftop
and says - smiling - "come here, lie here"

far away, in the dark sky
the stars shut their eyes,
then open them, then shut them once again
shy girlfriends, as it were
shy, but curious, too

under the roof-ring, in the thick trees
to the leaves whispers something the breeze
they laugh
and they shake, laughing

and all the blades of grass, too
are bedewed with embarrassment

what could i - weak-hearted - do?
how could i alone batlle
with all creation do?

so i just let myself flow
on the river of love

when dawn arrived,
the face of the sky
was blushing a deep crimson