The moon that day was a work of art;
A perfect half of light and dark
That rose at noon, and for hours after that,
Shared the heavens with the sun.

When sunset came, man!
What a glow.
The skies turned flaming red and gold,
As though the sun was soothing moon
With news of a great tomorrow.

Red sky at night, sailor’s delight.
Not a storm in sight.

Until we meet again,
she told her friend
As she descended.

The lower down she went,
the higher the moon rose,
Until at last, she shone alone
in the highest point of the sky.

It was a slow goodbye
between old friends
That taught me something true:

Even sun and moon must sometimes bid Adieu.

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