Night gushes:
“Oh, the glimmering beauty
Of the moon!
A gentle goddess
Draping her cool, white veils
across the land.”

Day smiles and nods.
Already the rising sun
Burns heavy on weary shoulders.
But eyes long blinded
Do not want for beauty,
Nor count up the cost
Of bearing Life.

Casey Laine comes from a long line of talkative women. She works as Fantasy Editor at Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores, and publishes an annual anthology of fiction and poetry for her writing group, Writers Assembled. In her spare time, she chases butterflies with her camera. Find her on Facebook.