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.