Eclipse

The sun is Light
Uncorrupting, true gold
The eye that gives vision
Ichor of the soul

The moon is mood
Full, crescent, joy, vanity
In our world gone mad
Moonlight strains sanity

A world denied Light
Soft as wine’s sweet sips
The moon’s ill-fated pace
Yields a total eclipse

But today, a soft face
A jewel, heaven sent
Sunshine at the dawn
Of enlightenment

by Kurt Venables

© 2004 Kurt Venables