Is it not a matter of pathetic humor ?
When you whine away as life flows by?
You dwell upon empty wit and worthless rumor,
As her majesty dances in the infinite existential sky!
The rhythm of the fountain and the smile of the child,
She remains hidden in these insignificant facets,
Perceived only by the carefree and wild,
The fool who is unafraid of life’s vain droplets.
Rare is the lover who is touched by her grace,
He neither holds nor lets go of each moment
Every apparent emotion pours through his face.
His being captured by her presence – a smile and a lament
For she is the Mother of contrasts, this Goddess
Wears both Helios and Artemis on her flowing hair
A smile most beautiful and a rage like Hades!
Yet betrays her stoic when beseeched with love, tender and care.