First Full Moon

The year started with the moon dance
On a white sand bar
Chasing rain clouds
And chanting to the man on the moon
While the playful children of the sea
From Switzerland and German land
Whose names I cannot pronounce
Dig sand holes and tunnels
As the imaginary central metro station
While the neighboring architect
Built a nautilus replica
Of candle sand garden
In honor of the moon
That hides now and then
Where clouds in its
Never ending journey
Scatter rain showers
From the shores to the sea

In this island
People and faces
Come in different texture
In different colors
They come and stay too short
And leave too soon
Wishing that they can come back
For the island’s magic spell
Has summoned many lovers
Cured aching bones
And lives in the memory
Of every heartbroken