Orpheus and the moon

Translated from the English by me









Our human pulses are warmed by the sun’s fires

But sometimes we turn away from the sun

Go down alleyways. We glance up at the skies.

One evening, when the cold white moon shone

Bewitched by her icy brilliance

I was drawn in by her dark glamour

Her shy demeanour, her veiled glance.

Of the cold white moon I was enamoured.

I passed through the gate of my desires

And felt the delicate touch of a new bride

But in her body I discovered yours

As if we were touching, side by side.

Embers cool down that once glowed red.

It was you I wanted. Now our love is dead.