Eclipse

One day the moon kissed the sun
And their embrace, despite its brevity
Was blinding
        And beautiful.
The sun and moon kiss but once a year,
        Or once a decade,
                Or once a lifetime.
And their embrace, despite its brevity
Is blinding
        And beautiful.
And in that moment, when light meets dark
        And fire meets ice,
Two worlds brush past each other so briefly and lightly
        That you can hardly say for certain if they really touched
And there is magic.
And the sight of it, the memory
The shadowy intensity
Is blinding
        And beautiful.

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