Luna Poem by David C Probst

It's cold outside, the night is deep
Some lonely lights shine from afar
All sparkling like the Evening star
To mark where people lie asleep

The day has gone, the world lies still
Apart from wind and waves no sound
Of life that could the darkness fill;
One gloomy desert all around
That makes my heart feel weak with chill

Yet there! Behind those silent mounts
A silver shimmer I can see
Like that of highlit towns at night
Yet slightly dimmer, soft and white:
It is the Moon, Her Majesty
About to rise from unknown grounds -

O Luna! Come and spray your flames
On fields of dust and cold despair;
On roofs that cover lust and shame!
Bring light into this world of doubt
Where people's souls get lost and shout
For help from friends who have no names!
Bring light to those who do not care
And think that life is just a game!

O Moon! You seem too far away
To watch and care ‘bout worldly mourn;
It would look odd and strange to you
If you could see what people do:
You'd face a paradise forlorn,
A world that's close to Judgement Day

So then, when I behold your grace
Your simple beauty gliding high
I often wish I could embrace
Your dignity, your alibi
Your pale and ever-changing face

You don't know hate, revenge or war;
Tranquillity and poise are yours -
And still you'll turn on restless course
When Man won't be no more