A misty veil hung in the cool air this morning

A mass of clouds hovered over the awning ...

Beyond, both sun and moon seemed to clash

Both parallel in the sky, making a mad dash



... Or, at least - it seemed that way to this onlooker

For the spheres traced a curved arc, a little crooked

As, even though they both seemed to be directly in-line

- Closer inspection revealed they were not quite so fine



For the sun was brighter and bolder and higher up

Than its counterpart - dimmer, mistier, a smaller pup

Making one aware there was no comparison in size

For they were as dissimilar as sweet and sour pies



One needed nothing extra to fill its large plate

Whilst the other one waited in a song to state

Awareness of so very many lovers' tasty delights

Shining its beams in the wee small hours of night



Creating a mood only attributable to its silver gleam

As lovers stood on hills, hand in hand, and beamed

So many great relationships evolved from this scene

Stirring emotions - carried aloft from being to being



And this morning - the veil caused by clash with the sun

Stirred a few of the same emotions in the minds of some

A lock each orb had - one upon the other, in the far mist

And yet - logical minds know - the two can never kiss ...



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

12:43pm Friday, Sept. 4th, 1998