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