Thrice a year
The Moon and Sun
Go crazy in the sky
Imagine midnight with bright Sun
Still hanging up on high
They bow
And one will step in front
And while his partner dips
Their places find themselves again
And so ends the Eclipse
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
AN ECLIPSE
