Poem: Luminescent – 02/05/21

The Moon in all his glory, 
pale, craggy, yet luminescent, 
he smiles down upon our Earth
as though in a parody,
a soft spot held for us, and meant. 

The Sun, she tries to jostle with him
for pride of place in the sky, 
I laugh, shake my head to myself, 
I don’t bother to ask her why. 

They can and do co-exist, 
but one’s more prominent
than the other, 
I don’t have to, 
need to mention
who begs for more or less power. 

Demand much from the clouds
and they may wink 
before the Sun or Moon, 

obscure them from our eyes, 
us mere humans on this Earth, 
here to appreciate the 
glowing orbs hanging from the sky on high.

© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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