When the Moon First Saw the Sun
I wonder what the moon thought when she first saw the sun.
Was she jealous of her radiance or did she smile, stretch out a hand,
And say, “Hello, friend. Let’s walk a ways together.”
I wonder what the sun thought when she first saw the moon.
Was she drawn to her pale mystique or unimpressed?
And did she say, “Yes, dear. A walk would be so nice.”?
I wonder if today they think back with fondness and love.
Was it love at first sight or did they take some time
And space to understand who they were?
I think perhaps we’ll never know
But I’d like to think it was magical.