The Partnership of Sol and Luna
By Mariah, age 15, Minnesota
I now pronounce you Sun and Moon,
You may kiss the sky.
No love at first sight,
Sol evades Luna,
Luna eludes Sol.
Luna, a rebel,
Out past season's curfew.
Man and wife,
Span and strife,
Confined by Earth's restraining order,
Never to meet face to face -
Sol is borrowed,
Luna - blue.
Sol, emasculated by Luna,
She steals his lucid light.
Sallow shimmer of sadness,
Replacing anger that lights the sky.
Battle fought religiously over kitchen table in the sky.
No voices, just gestures.
Not seen, but felt.
Earth remains idle,
Caught in middle of millennia of bickering.
Sol contemplates his existence -
Sinks into horizon's death box.
Luna reawakens with relentless beauty,
Overshadows significant other.
Clink of glasses at non-Immaculate reception,
A celestial unity between two adversaries.