Eclipse

Shadows play 'neath the sleepy sky
As the moon waxes full and rises high
Chasing, then fleeing the brightness of day
Mindful that her glory in time will soon wane

The sun e'er regal in brilliant array
And proud to lord o'er all the day
Knows it's she who holds his praise
Her face commands his constant gaze

Her heart there also yearns for he
And aches to embrace him passionately 
So to his bed she'll sometimes stray
To kiss her love, the Lord of Day

When they meet and there, embrace
And all is hidden from each face
Time near stops for those below
Though none feel shame at such a show

The world does patiently wait and bide
This cycle unswerving that pushes the tide
It feeds the poet such favor and boon 
That causes young lovers...and dogs to swoon

O'er this heavenly tryst of the sun and moon.


                                 ~Christopher Thor Britt
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Hill Avatar
November 7, 2013 at 1:55 PM
Mr. Britt, you have the talents of poets of old. Let the pen flow....TAH
May Avatar
October 28, 2013 at 10:29 PM
good write CTB....best wishes
Davis Avatar
October 23, 2013 at 8:49 AM
Chris This is a cute and creative write. The imagery lets the reader get pulled in and feel they are in the space and time you are writing about. Nice job Welcome to The Soup
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October 23, 2013 at 10:40 AM
Robin, I want to thank you for your comment. I just did a major rewrite of this piece this morning, and would appreciate your take on it now. It used to be entitled the Race, but has taken on a different life now.
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