When the sun's burning
arms outreach
it's warming
oriflammes,
they cup the
moon within its hands,
the wild night it tames.
The moon surrenders
to the sun, for the mighty
heat it feels. Yet, the sun
asks not then for submission
but offers to it, its zeal.
It desires to share
in, of the sky
as two that shine as one,
to come together
hanging high
the moon and lover sun.
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Author:
Michael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 28th, 2023 06:04
- Category: Love
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Comments4
an eclipsing sun -moon aspect which expresses itself in a creative catharsis
Much appreciated, thank you!
A fine write Pop.
Oh so romantic. ❤️
"they cup the
moon within its hands,
the wild night it tames."
Great lines. The relationship between the sun and the moon is intriguing.
sure is intriguing, thank you so much!
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