They hang suspended
In eternal space
Jewels in the night.
The moon, an opal orb
Shimmering silkily
Against the endless darkness.
The sun becomes the night
Like a fiery rider
Astride the heavens
To gallop thru the stars.
The moon is silent, soaking up the rays
Of the glowing sun.
Reaching out and out
Always at arms length.
And with each revolution,
The moon knows the sun.
How he looks from all angles.
How he seems to sap up the darkness
With his strength.
The sun, his mighty throne astride,
Makes no move.
He is constant to himself,
Never straying from his path
As if to light to earth afire with his passion.
The moon, silent, beholds the sun.
Knowing, as she does the sun's greatest weakness.
He is slowly giving life to his death.
Burning up from within
Until there is nothing
Save the dark empty expansiveness of space.
