The Night, 2025
The Night reflects on the unique individual makeup of every being, and thus the different roles and the unique contributions. It is a dialogue between the Moon and the Sun in this poem.
The night was golden
Moon shone sun’s yellow brilliance
Let me be you, moon said,
Even if it’s borrowed
I do not have your golden fire inside
I am ice cold and broken
I cannot create life
For I do not have your fire inside
You create the water of emotions
Churning your cold ice and scars
Love, hate, pain and desire
Giving meaning to my creation
Making every day I make
Unique in its experience
You make them see the difference
In every sunset, every sunrise
I create with my fire
With the same fire I feed
While you nurture nature
From the pain of your icy scars
If you turn your ice to fire
Alas, and you will see
Never to be a tomorrow
Said the sun, laughingly