There’s a moment every day.
Just a moment, let me say.
The Sun has not gone yet,
the Moon is not here.
But in the blue light
every damned soul finds delight.
Not day, not night.
Not darkness or light.
Kind of nowhere land,
minutes out of space.
One day I’ll sit on a bench,
in front of me, just the sea.
It’s the hour, that hour!
The water is blue,
the air is blue, too.
My eyes cannot define
What it’s real or fake.
It’s just the blue moment,
oh my friend!
Could it just be my gaze?
To F., inspiration.
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