In the Country of the Endless Moon

I'll call you another day.
I'll be sitting under the trees
in the Country of the Endless Moon.
You can go to where I am
deep in a forest of moonlight
and we can swim
like naked fish
in the salt of love.
You can call me back.
I'll be waiting for your voice
in the Country of the Endless Moon.
You can go to where I am
deep in a forest of moonlight
and we can swim
like naked fish
in the salt of love. 

the loony tune

singing to myself
as usual
the loony tune
the soaring song
the loony balloon of the soul
helium dense
flower of the thought
you are the propeller where I dwell
I'm remorseless
in the well
I'm swimming in the air
I'm flying in the sea
sick me I'm free
the healthy disease
the loony soul of the tune

the ways of poetry

I thought I could defeat poetry but poetry defeated me
I thought I could grab poetry but poetry grabbed me
I thought poetry was the answer but it was a question
I thought poetry followed me but it was the other way round
I thought poetry was in the sky but it fills the earth
I thought I could learn poetry but poetry taught me
I thought I could write poetry but poetry silenced me