(Note:  This is not My poem - 么Є£ СДłҒΔή么 posted it somewhere else and I just added it here --- Krishna)
INRI

The sapphire moon sleeps in night’s delicate lace,
Silver luminaire shines over the crystal river;
Oh, oniric poem of electric organdy.

Butterflies are flying over canvas of sultriness,
Silver complaints of charming unfaithfulness;
Light echoes gotten lost, vanishing on full moon.

Uncertaintiness drowns, absence kills in sempiternity,
Clement is the river wáter that reliefs the slavery;
As the full moon over silver satin, purple filament.

Let the river take the pain of debauchery Osiris,
Let the waters carry the aroma of delirant debris;
Let then, the moon dived on the depth of mirror abyss.