FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

pull the boat
that will take us away
from this
mess island

i wait
on the sands of my
solitude

upon the calm shores
i shall figure out
what next to do

do not think
that leaving is always the
possible solution

on my doubt
i shall sustain what remains
to be done

i have slept the
numerous passages of days
when i wake up
the moon shall speak to me
about the fate of some
stars