Bits of black hide under trees
Behind boulders, buildings, caves
As the day star hunts,
And they fade and falter there
And the brightness burns them pale
For the trees are not as friendly
To the darkness as the rocks, under them
Shades grow faint and wan.
In evening time they grow long again
And begin to reach each other
Hand in hand they embrace the forest
And tell their story all night long.
And the story they tell is this:
Of how their mother caught fire
And with her burning banished father.
Father wept, out in the cold.
Distant, stern, grim
He reached toward her
Every chance he could.
He gets closest hiding behind planets.
They are too much their fathers kin
And know not how she feels about all this
Though it is her radiance that defines them
Also it divides them, weakens and chastise them.
At night they tell their stories,
And grow strong again