I often sit and ponder why
The moon just hangs there in the sky,
and gazes at the world below...
I want to know just what you know!
You make us crazy lunatics,
dictating all our crazy tricks.
You rule the seas, control the tides.
do aliens in your craters hide?
And lovers use your name to ‘spoon'
And 'croon', and 'swoon' in blazing 'June'.
Called Luna by the romans, Artemis by the Greeks,
you orbit round our planet about once every four weeks.
I wonder if you're lonely up there hanging in the sky...
I wish I knew, I really do, and will always wonder why……
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem. It so cleverly presents the many twists and aspect that pertain to the Luna Celestial and others that we clearly know the moon participates in, like the tides. Perfectly blended with so many characteristics of the moon like the different names given by Romans and Greeks On the whole the reader is mesmerized. A poem as charming as the moon itself, projecting its own undeniable, light,
It's always a delight to me to find differing sources of inspiration for writing..the heavenly bodies rate highly and no matter what we learn about them..they always hold a mystical attraction that fires the imagination! So pleased that you enjoyed this piece and love your comments. Thank you xx