The moon says to the sun:
‘Let’s meet at midnight to admire our shadows;
come, listen to the tone of the fugitive sound
as water makes sand from the rock of sorrows’
The sun, speaking in elongated silences, replies:
‘Quiet, little light; do not flaunt your borrowed shadow
I am the giver of light and source of shine in all the skies
Before you talk of sorrow, try to improve your glow’
The moon, flaunting its colored tooth, responds:
‘If mine is a borrowed shadow, yours is a borrowed smile
Fire will leap, lick and roar only if the firewood demands’
The sun stunned, stares back; the silence lasts a long while
©Kap 6/2020
