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.
Copyright © Mathieu De Casanove | Year Posted 2011
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