Two sides of reality
Like 20/20 vision
That was never mine
Daylight sun
Where all clear
Even in a rainstorm
Midnight dark
Monsters visible
In their
Hypnagogic glory
Mouths and teeth
So gory
Give me dawn
Stars just fading
Comforting gray
Like soft flannel
Laundered to a fine thinness
Early birds tweet
No mischief around
Nocturnal creatures
And beans from the tropics
Perk me up
The aroma! Tingling taste buds!
A consistency thicker than mud
Or give me twilight
Early moon rising through
The fleecy velvet of gray
End of the day
Still some time to keep away the night
With 25 watts of light
Guitars strumming
End of the coffee in the pot
Still hot
Dawn and Evenfall
A two-headed coin
My reality…

© 2020 Clarissa Simmens
IMAGE: My Sundown Tree




The sun is not mysterious enough

To rate writing about

Moon mystique is endlessly


Appearing in the darkness

Drawing our blood, tides

And ruling our emotions

Contrast the sun

A necessity for all life

Dosing us with Vitamin D

Nothing enigmatic though

Just there

Even if it seems invisible

Like during polar winters

Of utter darkness

Or on stormy sub-tropical noons

Even on cloudy beaches

Evidenced by the wind-blown skin damage

It is there on twilight evenings

As night-bloomers like Evening Primrose

Open and stretch

Toward its sleepy rays

Dark or light

Dim or bright

The sun is always there

No, nothing mysterious about it

Just a burning ball having

Occasional tantrums

As the spots explode

We understand its punishment

On desert roads

Our bodies mercilessly drying

There are so many moon songs

But not many sun ones

So what’s to write about?

Yet, my favorite time of day is dawn

When the sun sails above the Earth

Breaking through the horizon’s rim

My heart thuds loudly because another day

Another chance for a good day

Is once again hovering in the dawn

Let it be today, I think longingly

Let it be today…


© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Morning Sun June 2016