Sun and Moon
Avianna Xiong
Starry silent skies
Reflect off your eyes
And drip, drip, drip like the dipping of the ivory moon.
It bobs in the dark velvety abyss lowering
Into rippling specks of blue and red.
They spill and spread like bloody fires until eventually
the blazing sun of gold and lilac rises through the sea of black,
Turning the silence of the sea
into a crashing tsunami.
As the world sets ablaze into the day of a lively morning,
Your eye is a mirror that reflects the oncoming silvery quiet.
Like a cat it stalks through the day.
It’s but a mere whisper camouflaged by the chatters of sons
that will tear through the flickering light.