The setting sun lingered just a while
to catch a glimpse of the rising moon
And the moon she waited at the edge of her threshold
for the clouds to unveil the rising sun
Each in their place....each majestic.....
One gentle silver, the other, blazing gold
One the harbinger of calm and rest
The other a beacon of revived strength
Never do they meet yet what greater complimenting
Of two extreme opposites that merge as one..
Day into night and night into day
As each melts into the same loving horizon ....