Elegy To Moon Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

If you see all this chaos
and the helplessness,
from up-there...
and you still shine upon Us
your wintery, astral light,
Watching...
with that rotund,
indifferent, unearthly face of yours: —
Well...we are not impressed with your Beauty!
With your untouchable superiority:
Vanity upon the Sky, facing down on Us—
the insignificants, the terrestrial ants: —
But we have Hearts!
Hearts filled with woes,
wishing to alleviate these agonies!
And, You...You stare like a mocking clown,
surrounded by your stars, and your Divinity!
Unapproachable,
so far...far away from our grasp:
always present,
every night, watching down on Us,
and probably, —mocking at Us!
Well...tonight,
we do not have eyes
for the frosty beauty of your luminescence:
You, —Empress of the Night! —
Your impassiveness cannot possibly inspire us!
But,
if you feel, somehow,
and compassionate with our sufferance, —
Show us at least a sign—a sign
that you are not a stranger to these agonies.