Sun/Moon

The Sun,

Perched atop the mountain,

Stood ‘midst two iron-clad clouds

Like a picture hung on a wall.

These clouds were sky’s frame,

Both of solemn character,

Like pillars they held the Heaven

That arched o’er the earth.

The Sun spawned shades;

Stretching thru forests

And across the valleys,

They played in the corn

These mythical soldiers of Sol.

The harvest was plentiful;

Fields lulled into a gentle sleep

As Dusk  to greet;

The fieldsmen did wreathe

Many a flowers into bundles of color,

As to keep Dusk’s magic.

The roseate sky did burgeon sapphire;

The Sun, pale with gloom,

Did veil itself in silver

And became the Moon.

Moon strew her steel-clad spears,

Breached the abodes of forests;

She lay her star-cloak

'Cross lakes and rivers.

All lay silent.

Time stood still.

A lonely peasant

Watched from his windowsill

How lady Moon fashions beauty

Out of the ugly banished by Sun;

Weeds blossom,

Naked trees crowned in starlight;

Laid on sky’s bosom

Earth’s under the Moon’s might.

Yet its reign’s far too brief;

The silver chains come undone,

Sapphire sky bleeds amber-gold

And the Dawn came to be crowned

The master of life once more.

Shamefully Moon retreats

Into her cavern,

Beyond all mortal sight;

Sings night’s lullaby,

To her heart’s delight.