La luna no vence a la oscuridad.
Llega dulce, en calma,
sin ganas de dominar la noche,
sea pacífica o tormentosa.
“Estoy aquí,” susurra, “tu amiga.”
Pero rara vez la atendemos.

The moon does not defeat the darkness.
She comes in peace and softness,
cares not to dominate the night,
whether peaceful or troubled.
“I’m here,” she whispers, “your friend.”
But we rarely listen.