the sun floats mighty over the green earth

bearing witness to life's birth,growth and end

yet a king needs a queen to share his mirth

and out of the place hwere light and dark bends

comes the moon, to whom the sun at eve lends

his lantern,for her in turn to stand as night's watch

poetry,magic and lovers she tends

and from her lips,a kiss the sun does snatch

all the while,the sun savors the moon's touch

as she runs her firngers through fiery locks

and for a moment time and space seems patched

in a tapestry, of kismet that mocks

those who defy,question the power of love

so strong that it brings as one those above