Shouting Sun Whispering Moon

by

Phil Pochurek

Shouting sun bursts through the trees
In a brilliant crescendo of light.
Creating crisp dark shadows of detail and outline with ease
Erasing any traces of the night.
Shadows of images dance their way
Across the morning dew.
Opposites of absolutes are reflections of the day
Of mirages just passing through.
Changing in their paths to suit the season
Changing their shape in front of you.
All the while watching in the afternoon sun
Is a crescent shaped pale half moon,
Whose whispering ways have already begun.
With tales of evening stars soon to come
She patiently waits for the setting sun to finish out his day.
His shadows growing longer when his work is nearly done
And his light begins to fade.
Whispering moon has begun to swoon
Over promises shouting sun has made
Like a bride on her wedding day.
When the beauty of his passion play unfolds,
Shouting sun begins to set in his glorious way
With crimson reds, violets and gold’s.
Whispering moon has begun whitening preparing for the night
Lighting the stars along her way.
Greeting the clouds as they sail on by
Into her twilight and out of the day.
Whispering to the world as she puts it to sleep
Her lullaby lingers across the night,
Her moon shadows are quiet, soft and gray
Her moonbeams subtle and white.
It’s shouting sun that rules the morning
And whispering moon that rules the night.
Since the beginning of time it’s been that way.
Sun shouts his glory into the morning
Moon whispers her peace into the night while we pray.
We bow our heads to the sun high above us
Shade our eyes from his power and might,
Bare our bodies to the moon when we undress
And lift our eyes to her heavenly light.
Hot and scolding are suns ultra violet rays
That turn your skin from white to red.
Cool and inviting is moons mesmerizing gaze
And a beacon for lovers in the night, in their beds.
Our spirits rejoice under shouting sun
And our bodies under whispering moon
Our secrets never told to anyone.
Even when our bodies have long been dead.
Shouting sun sees’ our truth at high noon
Without shadows for us to hide,
Whispering moon watches over us at night
And sees our passionate side.
Our promises may come to her
From out of the shadows
But our truths lay naked in her light.
Shouting sun brings me the morning
Whispering moon brings me the night.
And in between is my life.
From beginning to end they both are my friends
This celestial husband and wife.
Shouting Sun king of the morning
Whispering Moon queen of the night.

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