A waning moon frowns at the sunrise Conceals herself behind a passing cloud Wonders why she must be his reflection Sit silently behind his shining loud. A rising sun peeks o’er horizon’s beauty To catch a glimpse of loves reflected glow Searching through the stars forever glory His aura but a costume just for show. Their fingers but the touch of warmth and coldness Stretched across the heavens dark to light She clinging to the frail remains of darkness He reaching out at daybreak for the night. Knowing that the gods must be deranged In deeming that such lovers be estranged. John G. Lawless ©10/16/2022