Sun and Moon

The fire that leads by day and sleeps in cloud at night

That rises to sleepy whispers and birdsong

Bids farewell in a radiant cacophony of treetop calls and rustling leaves

Sunset

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Every evening without fail

Without wavering—like a faithful watchman who’s more passionate than diligent

That keeps the steady rhythm of life simply because he’s in love with it

Shades of brilliance sweep the sky and bleed their beauty into mountaintops and ocean waves

Over horizon-colors that no paint can replicate, and no master can even come close to cloning

 

Those whispers—that bring the moon, la Luna, out from her daytime sleep

Rising like the curtain, glorious virtuoso—the prima donna solo performance

Night after night

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She radiates magnificence—changing constantly but always consistent

Tides give standing ovations and bow low at her nightingale song

Croaks and chirps applaud the nightly lullabies that accompany her dazzling reflection

She sings to the fire

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Both longing for touch and embrace but always the same distance apart—

never to meet face to face

Lovers, content with reflecting and casting again and again

Uplifting the other to thrones of utmost royalty

All to show that fire and reflection both shine the same