The Sun surrenders to the Moon's caress
The trees are silenced by her light
Curving landscapes sit in solitude
Familiar with her plight
I hear her whisper oh so sweetly
Quieting both man and beast
Omniscient is her power still
When offering her feast
Dazed, the watchman awaits his praise
For helping Sunlight win the fight
When morning strikes he tells the story
Of the previous night
Yet the Sun cannot know peace
For she is ever watchful still
His tired eyes close upon the world
And win again she will
- LKS 7/23/11
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