The Moon And Sun Poem by Cherie Mort

What a darkening light descends upon this morning
It feels like waking up at sunset
And going to bed at dawn
But even as I write this, I know the sun is rising
Slowly climbing out of its warm bed at the bottom of the ocean
The ever watchful moon greets its neighbor and inquires after its rest
The sun yawns sleepily, rays spilling out of its mouth as it talks
Telling the moon its dreams
And slowly, slowly, those rays descend onto the earth
Like raindrops onto dust
Bringing life to every spot it touches
And I, like every other sunflower, unfurl my leaves and watch the sun arise at the same time I do
And the moonflowers quit their nightly watch and curl themselves asleep again
As the gentle moon bids them all good morning, and sends them off to bed
The moon's delicate courtiers do so willingly, and bid their queen a restful sleep
While she is neglected in the presence of the sun by all who stare at him
She doesn't seem to mind; life has been this way for many thousands of years
But now she holds her own court at dark, the court of the queen
Where no king can outshine her in the nighttime
Meanwhile, the birds herald the sun's arrival
And sing him their well-wishes and converse among each other
As he tells the queen his dreams
The queen is well-versed with reading the stars and their patterns
And is well-read enough to interpret the king's dreams
And has well-dreamed herself that someday she may not be as neglected in the presence of the sun as she has been for so many thousands of years
And as it is now, even some will choose to gaze at the moon in the presence of the sun