Moi Rosette
Oh moon! albeit the stars
the sun, the day,
annexed the Earth,
withal everything
seems condign;
the coolness, the light,
doled out by you
at the acme of Nights,
Which,
Cannot be recouped,
by acrid, fiery
lightful reality of
the conflagrant sun.
The light of the sun,
Makes the garden
seductor to eyes, the shores
crammed, the seas blue.
When the rex sun shines,
everything evanescence.
The hot burning Estrella
rules the sky.
But you, the orb of Night!
shines even at the dark
of the Earth, dysphoria
mollified by your colours.
You make shine, the stars
rounding you, the lotus
in the hot house, exalt you;
the sands, the breeze
on the shore, cools by you,
stride serenely.
When, everyone chose the sun
for the prized little earth,
her heart silently praised your glory;
and you, gave way to the day
where the sun dazzled on
the earth. And you,
the moon, never be forgotten.
