Sometimes I believe that the moon shines
brighter than the sun
So what if the glow is softer?
I too am like the moon,
I borrow your illumination and shine
Does that worry you?
I like to cover things in a silver blanket,
I'm a mother
I save my children from your harshness.
The moon
comes full a fortnight,
You come alive everyday in a burst of flame
Nay, you are the day.
The sun breathes life into everything it
touches, it inspires
But you bring them your ire, your vigour
too.
I breathes stilness into life, I cradle and
I adorn the silence
I soothe their hearts and lull them to
sleep
So they can be rested for the labour you
give them again tomorrow.
The sun and the moon are two halves of all
existence,
You and Me are two halves of one,
One roaring to the calmness of the other,
The calm singing the roar to sleep.
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