| Of the Moon and the Sun I�ve seen true beauty with mine eyes- The full moon dancing across blue snow, casting black reflections in her wake. The wind is but a whisper that carries the midnight orchestra�s sweet melodies. And here I stand, neither the poet nor the artist, simply woman, drinking up the beauty that surrounds and all the while pondering on how such innocent beauty could still exist in a world as black as coal. But that is the Sun�s realm, is it not? Her fiery touch can ignite a thousand conflicting passions and destroy people on a whim. The sun is heaven�s mischievous imp, and has no a qualm on overseeing wars. But not the moon, she is graceful and silky, her calm rules over the unjaded dreams of babes and the games of the night creatures. Her cool embrace inspires lovers, artists, and men of knowledge alike, yet she knows not of her honorable deeds, nor her role as ultimate muse, she is off singing lullabies to the wildflowers. ~Vicki Somers 2000 |
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