CELESTIAL CHARADE

 

How kind is the sun?
Bows and begs good-byes
Resign the time as ours
To the sleepy slit of skies
Which winks at once for stars
A muse of poet’s prize                                 

How wise is the moon?
The clouds cry accolades
Scans the skies to find
Her love above has strayed
As the stars have undersigned  
This celestial charade