The Sun and the Moon

During the day the sun owns the sky Like a piece of solar citrus leaking Radiant bliss That meets my skin with a warm kiss from on high Seated alone in a turquoise throne It greets me as I step from home It brings the dawn And fades at dusk Brushing buildings in a golden dust It has an ancient kind of flare Many empires pass beneath its glare It is brilliant and blinding To any who stare And it is to be honest Quite pretty, quite fair But as empires rise so they must fall And to the moon it must be also fair With the passing day and changes in the air It will slowly come to abdicate the chair Overtaking the shores of a sky navy blue And switching over to evening hue The black sea of twilight comes rising in the night And the change of kingdoms comes true In this sea of perpetuality Floating luminously, is the moon Rubbing its glow softly into a land subdued by shadows that have stitched into a garment of gloom White like porcelain And pockmarked by craters It hovers hauntingly above the Earth, The sun has its signature glee But the moon brings a different mirth A beacon of magic It sits above Enchanment gleaming from its face With its rising in the heavens The world feels like a much different place There's mystery in shadows And wonders above our heads Life in our cities And dreams in our beds In me I feel a likeness That puts me in a ruminating mood Its lone face rippling on the water A reflection of solitude (I wanted to submit this to a poetry contest but couldn't finish it quick enough)