Sun and Moon

The sun in all his fiery brilliance,

Rises with the day.

He rules the waking hours,

In most, but not all ways.

The moon in her glow,

Captivates the night.

Her shifting silhouette,

Waxing and waning through her flight.

The moon appears in daylight too,

To taunt her lover sun.

Her mystery does tease him so,

His solemness undone.

The sun shall never rule the night,

Or enter in its space.

The moon does not invite him there,

To shine upon her face.

Their love is seldom consummate,

But when in fullness due,

The moon consumes the sun's fierce blaze,

And darkens out his hue.

The sun is proud and steadfast,

In his manly power,

But 'tis the moon's soft orb and form,

That dominates the hours.

Reviews

[Anthony Q Armstrong]

That was a great read my dear friend Patrick. Keep up the good work, and can't wait to read more.

100/100 my friend.

--Anthony (Bringer of Dread)