half a window

through my window
i can see
only half the moon

how i wish my window could have a little more sky!
my window, a little broader!

i smell it, the half moon
and wonder
how the other half smells.
does it smell as stiff?

as stiff the whisky in my hand now?

i live my life
within this half moon
and i wonder
how my smile would glimmer in the other half
would i drown in my tears in the other half

but in this life
through this window
i can see only half the moon

an it's a beautiful half moon!