The Moon & the Sun

As the sun watches from afar,

The argent-pearly moon looking

At the varnish-clear lake mirror.

When the dawn breaks, she goes to sleep.

 

The sun slowly walks to the lake

Finds the silver dust left behind;

Evening comes and he starts to paint

On the huge sky where colors cry.

 

Spears of light bathed the single moon.

The stars rejoice, begin to peek;

The tendril halo-ring the moon’s

Posing in her sterling spotlight.

 

A silver trout adorns her face,

As the sun takes his sullen place.

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