The Dark sky loves and weeps

Peeping into the dark frightening night
The sky wept
For the moon, perhaps...
Roared in passion
Thundered
So furious so intense!
But...the moon was lost
And the sky wept...

Perhaps for the dark islands,
Aggrieved hearts, lost hopes
Or for the impressionless eyes!
Ah! The dark sky loves and weeps
Like a boy who lost his toy...

Is the moon thy toy? Or love?
Or both?
Thou weepst that thou could not love her enough?
Or thou couldn’t stop her?
Or the farewell kiss froze thee!
Ah! The dark sky weeps
Like a boy who lost his toy!

Weep if it relieves thee,
Thy weeping would fuse the sun
Thou vindictive dark sky!
Weep for the moon
And take the Sun away!
And thou know what?
Thou weepst like a boy
Who lost his toy....

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"You interpret my heart, my nature, as you wish to believe it. In truth, I have no secret longing to be saved from myself." (Eugene Onegin – Alexander Pushkin)