Hoewel ik de Bloodmoon amper heb gezien gisteren, moest ik er toch even over dichten. Ik ben benieuwd naar jullie mening
Red Moon
There she stood
her naked chest
pressed against
the cool window
"Red Moon, tell me
why am I so alone?"
The clouds tried
to dim the light
but she looked pink
as she stood there, crying
"Red Moon, can you
fill my emptiness
with light?"
And the moon tried
to answer
but the girl just
heard the whisper
of the wind, and she cried
"Red Moon, do say
if there's something
to live for?"
Her gaze still fixed on
the sky and the red moon
she didn't see the stars
in my eyes
and I asked the moon
"Oh Red Moon, why
do girls so fragile as she
look at you, instead of me?"
and I knew the moon
wouldn't answer
neither would she
Zij zingen, nijgen naar elkaar en kussen, geenszins om liefde, maar om de sublieme momenten en het sentiment daartussen.
