Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Under the Moon."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Under the Moon."

UNDER DA MOON, Under the Moon, it comes too soon, under the moon. That Cat's "MEOWW"; that Cockerell's dawn, that FRIGHT, stark reality, a mirror of all we fear under the moon. 

A glimpse -a PHANTOM! A "facia-a facia" with the Holy Ghost, under the moon, under the moon.

Under dat whoosits, under a darken sky, under a truth or lie, under U. Under the "WHY?", under the symptoms OF, under your last loves lost, head on a guillotine, it's up to you. 

And the Cat's "MEOWW" resonates in your Night. Bat's wings, invisible yet flapping aeriate your Sins? Cats will whine & bugs will bite, a chorus of that Song of Songs?

Under mah moon, I glow in its silver shadow, no hiding place, just Eden's waste where I reside. And who can bare to be forgotten or remembered as a Negative as Cats "Meoww!" under the moon.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix.