A Moon Brighter Than the Sun
The moon, without brightness of its own, asked the sun for
a daily loan of light.
To which the sun, jealous of its monopoly on light, responded, “You will reflect but a mere fraction of my brilliance.”
“Then I will have to make it count,” thought the moon.
Thus night is alive with sights touched by the moon and made brighter by shadows,
a lone ship moving soundlessly on a lunar sea,
cobblestones glistening after rain,
a woman’s dress ablaze with sequins on a balcony,
a caravan silhouetted atop a sand dune,
the feeling confessed by the eyes of two would-be lovers on a country lane,
a baby asleep in a cradle, moonlit through the bedroom window.
Glimpses which the sun, with its all-illuminating light, would only hide.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2021
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