I wonder if the Moon and the Sun
are so enamored with one another...
That if they were to both constantly appear in the sky,
neither would ever wish to set.
Or are they rather more like brother and sister?
Constantly vying for the spotlight
and for the attention of Mother Earth?
When the Moon appears in the sky of day,
does she wish to steal the show?
Or simply long to see her lover,
before her kinsman arrive to settle in for nightfall,
joining hands to light up the sky
like a string of hundreds of thousands of chandeliers,
meticulously hung aloft the milky way?
Perhaps, the hues that bleed
across the stage at sunset,
are the spilled tears of the golden child.
Who must now cover her blushing face,
and bid adieu to the pearl
that ignites her life bearing flame.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
I wonder if the Moon and the Sun
are so enamored with one another...
That if they were to both constantly appear in the sky,
neither would ever wish to set.
Or are they rather more like brother and sister?
Constantly vying for the spotlight
and for the attention of Mother Earth?
When the Moon appears in the sky of day,
does she wish to steal the show?
Or simply long to see her lover,
before her kinsman arrive to settle in for nightfall,
joining hands to light up the sky
like a string of hundreds of thousands of chandeliers,
meticulously hung aloft the milky way?
Perhaps, the hues that bleed
across the stage at sunset,
are the spilled tears of the golden child.
Who must now cover her blushing face,
and bid adieu to the pearl
that ignites her life bearing flame.
