Decked out in cloud ruffled taffeta, with the sky for a corset
The Sun, placed in the sky, accepted her divine appointment;
A pillar of fire covering in warm light, the earthly firmament.
Her royal blue gift from heaven’s armory – an ozone scepter,
To veil the blue planet from Sol’s nuclear cataclysmic specter.
The Moon festooned in his patented shade of silver silk robes,
Surveys the edge of his domain beneath the dark edged abyss,
Where he knight’s an aristocracy of stars; our royal torchlight,
Pointing out their assignments on the galaxy’s runway carpet.
Sun and Moon, created royalty; a kingdom in the sky to shine:
The Moon rules the clock ’til dawn; the Sun its own dial hewn,
Their galactic footprints heraldic guardian of the spark sown.
Sun, Moon sovereign lumens daily patrolling the dark turret,
Unzipping the veil of the day’s light…
From the gauntlet solemnity of night.