The Cat on the Moon

I am the cat that lives on the Moon.
The cat singing at nights.
Treating melancholic whining wounds,
Gazing at the planetary sights.

The cat on the Moon – I like being myself.
My friends are the stars, they listen to me,
Decoding the signal of faltering breath. –
I sing when my soul tries to break into scream.

The cat on the Moon – I see people inside.
Like Arthur had said – they are worse than the beasts.
I tried to live there, but I couldn’t be able to find
Love, kindness and truth in their horrible feasts.

The cat on the Moon – my paws being so cold…
This place is so empty and silent, like night.
However, I’ve chosen this exile because
It’s better to freeze on the Moon, than to fight.

The cat on the Moon… I am higher than you.
Outside the dimensions. I’m always above.
My song being aching, and weightless, and pure
For those, who still dare to believe into LOVE.