The Moon's Address to Somber Sun

The somber sun in majesty shines brightly through the night.
The moon in all his brevity employs his hapless might
So that the sun might let him be. She cringes at the sight
Of moonlight dancing happily all through her sleepless night.

And thus he sings his song of peace: "My lovely lady dear,
No worry have you for my fate, no burden of my care,
And so beware, my brightest cheer, of what awaits your fare!
I often worry for your sake! My song is with you, dear!"

She scowls at him and turns her eyes; "That fool," she says aloud,
"I often wonder what has got his head up in the clouds.
He dances, sings, and, what is more, he oft attracts a crowd!"
The moon sulks back at all the words she thus has spoke aloud.

He turns his back and flees her grace--he flees into the night.
The sun in all her majesty employs her careful slight
So all the world might brave again the travesties of light.
Thus fast asleep does fall the moon--he falls into the night.

10/27/06 . . . . . 10/27/06