"I have seen the sun rise
From crags and waves in shadowed cloaks.
Celestial monarch, all power and size,
Blazing across the gentian sky by rote,
Lavishing on living earth both warmth and light.
Today he smiles and dotes upon her globe
But he may cast next an incalescent stare,
Or shyly turn and hide abaft clouded skirts.
And I have seen the earth rise
In seldom seen celluloid clothes
And have held her impassioned face in mind
Seen from the dust of our moon disrobed.
And I have done homage and given tithes
To the mother whose bosom holds our lives
When and while we make this ride
Around the stars so bright and cold.
And I have seen the moon rise
Waxing and waning, her face to the son,
She hangs there just to pass on light,
So soft and strange and feminine,
To a world that does forget each night
To thank her for the work she’s done,
As she quietly sets herself aside
And gives way again to the gaudy sun."
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