Sun and MoonIn Litterateur, Poetry
They asked me “why you are so bright,
Glistening romantically amidst the gloom?”
For I was indeed bright
And I was the moon.
I retorted ”why do you so curiously wonder?
Haven’t you seen the sun in the afternoon?
For she is my light, and without her
I’d be blackened by the immortal doom”.
Taken from Mayo’s collection.