Such beautiful artistry to which I'm exposed in early morn..
when mother nature engages... the Great Fathers' embrace....
I am blessed.....with deep consciousness of their presence....
....a personal welcoming to each day...

Darkened skies....stars still aglow... yet-yielding....
 ever so politely....to the promised birth of each day...
....the opening act.... of  celestial productions ..so well rehearsed..

My sister moon...serenely beaming.....still graces night skies..
engaged in seductive prance.........her time grows short...
she hastens for a darker stage....
where she may seduce ...  the fullness of night fall...
........
Her vulgarity is legendary among the stars
........

....Meanwhile.......
Brother sun impatiently rises to the horizon....
...with great fanfare and impolite vigor....
  Each star must quicken it's pace.....
.... yeild to the suns' empassioned discourse.....
They scramble.....scurry .in search of a resting-place....
where they may light the way between planets..
at least for a time.

Sister moon quietly retreats..... as the sun masters  his domain......
She is afforded a distant glimpse.. and smiles facisciously.
Her presence is veiled .. just beyond the Suns'...... clear-view.
With an ever-widening grin .....sister moon winks....
 at my now frustrated brother sun.............. She knows.........
 his longings...........for interface........
with her.

He treasures those moments when she lies in submission...
...He hungers for her...........embrace.. each day.....
He is slow to realize.....that she harbors an unquenchible thirst....
...and yearns each cycle.............. for that moment
she can feel his warmth..

It is a curious game they play... my brother sun......and sister moon
Sometimes.......like children frolicking in the yard...
oftimes.... as if with some.... greater intent.
She is an artful dodger...my sister moon....
While engaged in this ancient courtship ritual
....... she remains mindful.......
...not to be consumed by each mornings' dance....

My brother sun..........well....... he's just "trippin"..
still naive to the sum-total.... of even greater possibillities.
still intent on exerting his expansive ego....
unaware of his noble place...in these skyscapes
His love for sister moon is all-consuming...
She subjugates him....in-to a state of humility......
of which he is unaccepting.........
Still...... he is without shame in his quest...
Still the show must go on each morn...
Each performance produced....... by the greatest of artists.