The language of the night

The sun is harsh, the winds are cruel
The trees unfeeling, the soil so unsympathetic
The stones lack the courage, the grasses lose the enthusiasm
The clouds spiritless
The moon is devoid of compassion
The stars are pitiless
You are unkind and I am disheartened
My heart is broken
You are heartless the ruler of my body
i have longed to touch you to kiss you even just once, yet you are so high and far
you are with the stars on my darkest skies,
until then, the moon never says that it understands the language of the night
it is immersed in the darkness she is floating in that immense space
it is inside something that does not too understand the meaning of light...