Poetic Essences
The Sun and Moon
In the morning mist.
The sun and moon in the morning mist
Which one is which, which one’s been kissed?
As fog slides o’er the waters deep
Who is he who will she keep?
He is the sun and anima
The moon drifts by serene and clear
At other times when sunbeams danced
Moonbeams shone on and then eclipsed.
This morning as I watched the day alight
Cotton balls of mist passed out of sight
They passed across the new suns rise
Just like the moon in quiet, disguise.
A halo of light sat serenely on his head
She woke up and looked and then instead
Of opening her arms to him
Stretched out her arm her sensuous limb.
She said when you have risen from
The place you’ve been and where I long
To join hands at each sunset
And watch your golden glows and yet.
If we float in the sky
And stay alight we’ll never die
In shades of some light, we may confuse
The reflections are made when we infuse.
In evening times and darkened morns
We’ll light and then commence our yawns
While some sleep others will arise
To salute just one more day sunrise.
I thought this morning as you drifted
Behind the mist, the sandman sifted
That out upon the foggy lake
You masqueraded as the moon just for my sake.
©
David Rudder
2022
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