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.


  • Author: rrodriguez (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 5th, 2017 13:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: A sonnet born our of curiosity.
  • Category: Nature
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