Long Day

Early morning rises what
the late night could not.
Due to bright Sun's
yearning for new ideas
and sometimes asks you a favor,
"Please watch..."
Some days the Sun grows tired
and asks me to take its place;
I sit and watch the days go by.

The Moon is as well lazy,
with watering eyes that can't
help but close, darkening day's
light with a blanket
to cover the shivering for the night.

what a long day.

Some nights the Moon is tired but
instead sleeps over us all while
still shining, her beauty unmatched
by me, which means nothing, and
the Sun claims to work the hardest.

Yet I sleep, I rise, to the Sun
and to the Moon, and
it's been a long day.

April 18, 2001