Inevitable Moon
You are a blank, luminous absence
With such a presence that you appear close
But you are far—and unreachable
Turned, as always, into deep longing
So fleeting –perpetual—passing
Merely with looking at you, I am fulfilled
And you are never enough, Moon.
What are we to make of this inconsistency
You are all--and you are the void--at the same instant
Icy butterfly that I can’t touch
Luminous caress embracing me
You are my favorite paradox
The faithful mirror of my own inconstancy
The faithful constancy of my own desires
If you only didn't flee so furtively
If I could touch your angelic face
But I am never able to keep you
Hunt down your white substance
You are inevitably free,
And ironically, I am your slave
--trans. by Deanna Hopper and Lilyan de la Vega
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