2011 -- 3.2 (Spring) Poetry


by Emily Yandell

The moon and sun meet for the first time.
Day and night no longer fight to shine.
The sun tells the moon to hold on tight, as
The sun takes the moon on a marvelous flight.
Day and night fade into one and love is the only light that is shone.
Even star crossed lovers could not beat this love,
This is the kind of love only meant for up above.
The moon so small and frail kisses the sun.
This is proof that the eclipse is almost done.
With a last look they say good bye,
And go back to their places in the sky.