Colin F. Jones

KNOW THY PLACE

Doth not the Moon seem yet to chase the Sun
Across black space or blue when night is done;
Determined yet to pursue the fiery star
To where ever it may lead her, near or far?
Yet such a chase is fruitless to perceive
For the space between them seems not to recede;
That if it did, the scarlet of the Sun
Would absorb the silver light that it had won.
For from the other, the Moon retains its light
That it may form its lamp in heaven’s night.
While the Moon may seem to desire the fiery star,
‘Tis better that it admires her from afar,
To bask in beauty with a humble grace,
Knowing its purpose in its rightful place.