Good Morning, Moon
In the morning She flipped on the light,
and then Declared, "let there be coffee."
Then it was so.
The sun out the window was too bright
but She was not in charge of that.
Thus, the Sun stayed.
The Moon was not sure why she was up;
She sipped the brew in her cup
and Felt the tides of day.
She closed her eyes and heard the gallop
of the Sun's fiery, winged feet
coursing the Celestial Road.
The Moon sank into her deep starred seat
and took up paper and ink laden quill
To write the basis of dreams.
May 4, 2017