Moon

The rain stopped,
I sit on the terrace
keeping in my hands
a cup of hot tea.
A pleasant warmth caresses me,
as if I hold in my hands
the round of your face,
and all of these remind me
this night's moon that hides
behind the gray clouds.

I don't even know
when my thoughts have brought you
in my mind,
I hear like real your words,
when you were telling me
that the moon resembles my face,
and I delight in your remembrance-
I do not know for how long...

The tea is cold now
and cold is outside,
but when to get up,
from a patch of violet sky,
the moon , as an offering
to the maturity of my reminiscing,
beguiles me back to dreaming