Eclipse Poem by Christopher Thor Britt

Shadows play 'neath the sleepy sky
As the moon waxes full and rises high
Chasing, then fleeing the brightness of day
Mindful that her glory in time will soon wane

The sun e'er regal in brilliant array
And proud to lord o'er all the day
Knows t'is she who holds his praise
Her face commands his constant gaze

Her heart there also yearns for he
Aches to embrace him passionately
So to his bed she'll sometimes stray
To kiss her love, the Lord of Day

When they meet and there, embrace
And all be hidden from each face
Time near stops for those below
Though none feel shame at such a show

The world does patiently wait and abide
This cycle unswerving that pushes the tide
It feeds the poet such favor and boon
That causes young lovers...and dogs to swoon

O'er this heavenly tryst of the sun and moon.


~Christopher Thor Britt