Its a soft morning
with not a hint of the hoopla
the afternoon will bring.
The moon is making her way along her chosen path
to an hour when she meets the sun
in darkened minutes. Their assignation witnessed by millions of eyes, shaded, looking upon their celestial kiss.

Its all splendid nonsense.

But nonsense I fully endorse.
Better to look up to the skies,
feel the cooling shadow, welcome
its beauty. No fear, no dread,
no worry for safety or security.
Just joy, only joy,
in the shadow of the moon.