Crescent Moon

The sand beneath your feet

a yellow carpetin

the palace of wilderness

Only king and servant is you

searching for the pyramid

that guards the emerald board

It was a crescent moon

when you have been initiated

in the science of the black earth,

And the optimism of youth

pushed you in quests

into the paper worlds

of the libraries of Cairo

Crescent Moon

Two sides of the same coin

The poor in mind are satisfied

with what they see.

Crescent Moon

And they bear the sign of imperfection

because they miss the other side

the invisible.

Crescent Moon

Few words carved with diamond

could draw the curtains

that cover the glassy cage of senses

The warm touch of the starlight

(magnes) will be the proof

and the philosopher's stone your trophy

Grab the golden rope and climb

the imaginary walls of your thoughts

you may fall but at least you'll have tried