The moon and the sun share communion bathe their foreheads in the earth's bowl, the sun, tired after his day's exertion, releases his hot dry stranglehold while the moon, yawning, with sleep-filled eyes strengthens her colour and raises herself whole from her bed. They face each other briefly, touch forelocks, lock eyes, bow low before the one retires to his bed below and the other faces a new dark day ahead.next poem