Eternal Day
Sun and moon destined to shine, in azure or obsidian skies. They know their times and stations. Whether super, full, or black, eclipse or otherwise. Tides and moods stringed to their events helplessly flow in following.
What of wars are they chimed in here too. Is war always inevitable? Must they always be at their appointed times. And what of peace, why can't we all, everyone, enjoy peace simultaneously.
It all belies, our existence; we wait, and are still denied. Or maybe, it is like day and night? Hours of light and hours of darkness? In one whole and eternal day.
© gillena cox 2026
Challenge: to use in a prose
“It all belies
Our existence; we wait, and are still denied.”
From
“Winter-Lull” by D.H. Lawrence
https://poets.org/poem/winter-lull
