The Sun, the Moon and Her

Curse the Sun for its demise She was only seventeen but so much older than the rest She knew naiveté She knew it did not last She sold up on the girl and gave a woman's glance Then the world was a token The stars bitter broken She gave to levity To dam the damned from running free How dare the blinding Sun rise She was only twenty-one with more future than a past She looked up and she looked low She paced the present fast Then the earth stood still The stars became a thrill She took from far below Where nakedness and shadows grow The Moon soothed the Sun's lies and gave a glow of what had been She could flee but didn't run She was only twenty-three Let her hear. Let her see. Let her feel. Let her be.