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Sonnet No. 1
The Sun and Moon are equals in the sky,
And—in their chasing—neither seems to flee,
But seeks th' embrace of th' other. Could it be
That—in reflecting just her lover's light—
The Moon is flattering the Sun, who flies
Ahead to clear her path? It seems, to me,
More likely than the thought that we but see
A conflict in the two of them. I find
No fault in them. "She loves the Moon," I say;
"She loves the Sun," I say. The two are one:
I say "she loves herself." Like night and day,
Both dusk and dawn are paired. When all is done,
This much I know: the two are one. I pray:
May they watch over me, the Moon and Sun.
© Emilia Perseo Samuel Gaspar
#sonnet
And—in their chasing—neither seems to flee,
But seeks th' embrace of th' other. Could it be
That—in reflecting just her lover's light—
The Moon is flattering the Sun, who flies
Ahead to clear her path? It seems, to me,
More likely than the thought that we but see
A conflict in the two of them. I find
No fault in them. "She loves the Moon," I say;
"She loves the Sun," I say. The two are one:
I say "she loves herself." Like night and day,
Both dusk and dawn are paired. When all is done,
This much I know: the two are one. I pray:
May they watch over me, the Moon and Sun.
© Emilia Perseo Samuel Gaspar
#sonnet
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