the sun rises from its sleep
as it's pure daylight leaps
all from the flutter
and quiet mutter
of your early morning voice
from the subtle glowing
and gentle flowing
of your eyes of sweetened honey
for you make the very sun swoon
it feels obligated to share you with the moon
but every few months one insists on seeing you more
while the other misses the face of the one they adore
and so the feud continues until the next solstice is at its new peaking
this fight rotates like the seasons
and you alone are the only reason
for no one else could make the sun and moon
fight all day into the late noon


© L.F