Moon at Half Past Noon

Lazy evening lingers on
for far too long
O brother, for us to push it away
to a place where it belongs
in nooks of aging ruins
and under shady bushes
where illicit love is born

Lack of wine,
let it not dull our minds
for our spirits always soar
not because we sip
the spirit of every kind
but drunk on passion
we rebel against the misery of times

Let us revel in joy
and celebrate betrayed love
an unkind world