Whispering to the Moon

I am alone, old orb,
and beseeching you,
pourquoi ne réponds-tu pas,
ma douce lune?
You, too, are alone
in your Sisyphean 
nightly journey 
through darkness,
so why can you not
find time for a fellow traveler?
Is it simply because
you traverse the world
above mankind
and I am earthbound
that you are so haughty?
Remember that your light
is pallid in comparison
to the sun that chases you
from the sky every morning.
I’ve seen you,
so pale, so barely visible,
cower in the west
as Sol asserts his dominance.
So be it then, mon ami,
you won’t help me because
you can’t help yourself,
while we both remain
lonely.