The moon peeks through the midnight blinds
To our ears, he reminds in whisper of the coming advent
The moon shivers back without telling why
Leaving us in a purple haze of high
The sun doth rise at its earnest hour
While the blue jays whistle to the sky
The sun must awake and rub its eyes
Whilst, basking in the dawn are you and I
To my callow stare, thou moon and sun are one
Except the first is dark and glum
Whilst the other is peach like rum
But to my sinewed wisdom
They are my mother and father
Gleaming down upon the water
There to wake me up and hush my rest
Fill with air the lungs beneath my breast
There to rain a calm liquor when the fire is ablaze
Put to sleep the worries in my head at least for today
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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