Oxymoron
The day battles with the night
Their spilt blood painting the heavens red
The sky darkens as the bruises rise
Day finally yielding to night
The stars appear like the bloodthirsty spectators
Only just recently sated
Giving clouds an ethereal beauty
Giving them their silver linings
Yet being blotted out by the flying water
Making the sight more precious
The moon rises, given its light by the sun
The only way the two sides ever meet
The moon does not shine without the gaze of the sun
And the sun is not so brilliant without the contrast of the moon
The night and the day
The sun and the moon
The stars and the clouds
Lovers entwined in an eternal dance
Never to meet, yet needing each other
But made to do battle
Because of their contrasting natures
Not compatible
Desperately needed
The battle begins anew
With the rising of the blazing sun
And the setting of the soft moon
The sky is stained with blood once more
But the night does not leave bruises
The day washes the evidence of the battle away
Brightening the skies above
Blinding the all-seeing stars
Turning the clouds white against the blue
Waiting for the battle to start again
Between the day and the night
The sun and the moon
The stars and the clouds
The loving oxymora.
-anonymous
The day battles with the night
Their spilt blood painting the heavens red
The sky darkens as the bruises rise
Day finally yielding to night
The stars appear like the bloodthirsty spectators
Only just recently sated
Giving clouds an ethereal beauty
Giving them their silver linings
Yet being blotted out by the flying water
Making the sight more precious
The moon rises, given its light by the sun
The only way the two sides ever meet
The moon does not shine without the gaze of the sun
And the sun is not so brilliant without the contrast of the moon
The night and the day
The sun and the moon
The stars and the clouds
Lovers entwined in an eternal dance
Never to meet, yet needing each other
But made to do battle
Because of their contrasting natures
Not compatible
Desperately needed
The battle begins anew
With the rising of the blazing sun
And the setting of the soft moon
The sky is stained with blood once more
But the night does not leave bruises
The day washes the evidence of the battle away
Brightening the skies above
Blinding the all-seeing stars
Turning the clouds white against the blue
Waiting for the battle to start again
Between the day and the night
The sun and the moon
The stars and the clouds
The loving oxymora.
-anonymous
