Eclipse

The earth along its course

Divides the constant light;

Ne’er Sun nor moon can force

Their fulgence through the night.

 

Yet as the sun and moon

By fate are torn apart,

Together they are hewn

And each reveals its heart.

 

The sight of blood on high,

Is beauty made of grief;

An emblem in the sky

Of what you are to me.

 

For though the moon and sun

Are riven to the core,

And sundered one from one,

A beauty forms once more.

 

We watch the moon turn red,

A rose encased above,

The stars a diamond bed,

Beneath the sign of love.

 

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