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