Sun and Moon

May 17, 2009
Her glistening dress clashes rudely with the midnight sky,
And her back is turned against us for 29 nights,
She wanders alone, within her misty veil.
And when her brother awakens, she becomes fragile and frail.

He is the brother to darkness, and a magician of the light,
Sprinkling his magic into the darkest alleys, he gives us life.
Angry and subsided in the harsh cold of the winter,
He comes back in spring and unleashes his fury in the summer,

So at the opposite twelves of the hour,
Is the palace and throne of the sister and brother,
And when one leaves for its duty of day or night,
Into the heavens, the other shall rise.

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