Earth creates the illusion
 Of the yellow sun, and the blue sky above.
Moon dispels that delusion
 The Sky is a raven, the Sun is a dove.

The atmosphere is a womb
 That protects life in its earthen jar.
But it is a whited tomb
 To those who choose to venture afar.

Children do not get along
 They are unable to achieve consensus.
No one admits being wrong
 So they are forever contentious.

Will and desire are persistent
 Appearances confused with reality.
Things appear self-subsistent
 Malice unveils its brutality.

Chaos is the lower night
 The unmanifest lies hidden in the deep.
Selene brings him the light
 As her kisses sweeten the dreams in his sleep.

Cf. The Two Nights, by Rene Guenon