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Daylight Moon

Daylight moon; no stars… To its right, sun’s setting still two fingers in front of eyes distance from the horizon; To its left, wispy clouds attempting to envelope a proud moon showing before night has turned.

Poor Miss Sun

never gripes sharing

her already crowded cloud-peppered sky with Mr. Moon,

who without permission,

comes uninvited intruding

to usurp day when only night’s debut he’s earned.

Were she to try a similar stunt,

Mr. Moon would be bent out of shape

into a crescent before his lunar time.

Such a premature contortion might render earth shattering consequences! Just goes to show how Mr. can get away with anything without concern while Ms must contain herself repressing curiousity, selfish thoughts. That he has his way at night and many times during day, makes it hard to discern

fairness in a universe called balanced

where lop-sided’s reported as straight,

opposite but equal means half’s got the advantage;

a sun must bed by nightfall while a moon can stay up late.

Sun’s a human finger’s distance away from the horizon now…

Mr. Moon’s happier; his counterpart will soon disappear.

Alone, he can then enjoy memories of daylight in starless skies.

A most worthy opponent will be casted out of the spotlight

casted by night’s twinkling, capturing the fascination of upward gazing guest sighs.

Hail daylight moon without accompanying stars

feeling on top of the world

as he wears the rest of the universe like a crown on his head.

But at his bottom always lies a sun

reclaiming her thrown for there is always daylight somewhere.