The Face on the Moon
Why O Moon do you stare at Earth ?
Your sorrow is barely veiled,
and yours are the tears that vanish
before they reach the luminous crust of the Earth.
On a night when you emerge
in your full and glorious robe,
you cannot hide that disconcerting unease
of an heir to a sorrowful throne,
forced to accept the courtesies of a treacherous tribe
who harbor a vile aspiration
to rob you of your secret potion
and turn the elixir into the bloody wine
that rises to the brain and swallows your reign of antique truth.
Some angel it was that fled in terror and trauma
that has still not healed.
The refrain of the dirge she sang,
visits her again and again
every time when her earthly child is sacrificed
to assuage the hunger of the power-lust.
Her presence on your bosom
can be seen from the Earth
when on a clear and cloudless night
you sail forth in our sky--
she who sought refuge in you
and became a curse
sending waves of lunacy and wrath
whenever she remembers
the trauma of the sacrifice of her sons
in the eons past and gone.
She will not believe that her heart can heal.
Take care O Moon, although you are sad;
let the Angel find a quarantine
before she regains her lost reign
and restores the lost Earth to you again.
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Why O Moon do you stare at Earth ?
Your sorrow is barely veiled,
and yours are the tears that vanish
before they reach the luminous crust of the Earth.
On a night when you emerge
in your full and glorious robe,
you cannot hide that disconcerting unease
of an heir to a sorrowful throne,
forced to accept the courtesies of a treacherous tribe
who harbor a vile aspiration
to rob you of your secret potion
and turn the elixir into the bloody wine
that rises to the brain and swallows your reign of antique truth.
Some angel it was that fled in terror and trauma
that has still not healed.
The refrain of the dirge she sang,
visits her again and again
every time when her earthly child is sacrificed
to assuage the hunger of the power-lust.
Her presence on your bosom
can be seen from the Earth
when on a clear and cloudless night
you sail forth in our sky--
she who sought refuge in you
and became a curse
sending waves of lunacy and wrath
whenever she remembers
the trauma of the sacrifice of her sons
in the eons past and gone.
She will not believe that her heart can heal.
Take care O Moon, although you are sad;
let the Angel find a quarantine
before she regains her lost reign
and restores the lost Earth to you again.
Only Best Photos (LANDSCAPE / NATURA):
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