Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Cup of the Moon."
(dedicato: The fallen in the Great War: 1914-1918)
In the cup of the moon -kids go NUTS, making bella noise, Madre and Pappa RE-fall in love (again), there's food on the table, vino for the Students of Life, and even grim, wise men have been known to crack a smile?
In the cup of the moon, ventures, successfully embarked, sound business decisions are made, re-unions ocurr, friends shaking hands, lovers unite, a Soldier throws away his rifle; and - WHOA! - a message, lost, re-found, to clarify an UN-requited love, rediscovered, saying: "I still love you!" -in the cup of the moon.
In the cup of the moon, no-one "sadly" waits or pines. The unknown Soldier, forgotten, buried, rises to the Pearly Gates! And the kids, then adults, for Freedom fought, of yester-year, we so proudly hail, in adversity, in courage, who did there Cricket best, now no longer alone... in the cup of the moon where-in - for you? - I wait.
c 2015/davedelacroix/modica-sicily-italy.
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