A solar eclipse is a lineup of the Sun, the Moon, and Earth. (Also known as a syzygy.)
The Moon, directly between the Sun and Earth, casts a shadow on our planet.
It’s something that rarely happens, but every once a while we have the fortune of experiencing it.
The Moon has to be between the Sun and Earth for a solar eclipse to occur. The only lunar phase when that happens is the New Moon, which happens to be tonight!
Where I am (Örebro, Sweden) We are unable to see the Solar Eclipse.
However, in light of this phenomenon – I wrote a poem which is featured below.
Syzygy, oh Syzygy – what a name to pronounce.
This is perhaps the reason you visit at infrequent hours.
Like the rising sun which comes to return a promise of a new day.
These are the glories that awaken us to dream without borders.
There’s a story in the stars waiting to be heard by our steady focus.
Looking widely with enlarged renewal entrances – our perspective refreshes again.
A shower to experience – a sight to behold.
Can you taste the connections as they subtract and multiply?
The moon up above desires to know us through our changing phases.
Those patterns that we can’t predict – the moon shares the same fate.
It is now the time of the alarm again only this time, some may not hear it.
Their lunacy has become full of unforeseen reasons.
But they may take hope! For the eclipse shall come again – in the future years where they’ll be ready for it.
This time now – We’ll glance through the computer screen to awe at the impending joy of these fragile moments.
For with my senses I can feel the power and my eyes can taste the light.
The new moon is invisible from our eyes, yet this is a time where all is full and aligned.
The black moon now creates a pressing desire to be found in the key of turning graces.
Serene glistens are carried in those who can catch with their eyes – a sight to behold for a lifetime.
But if by chance you again, miss a site like this due to the arrangement of time and circumstance.
Staring at the blanket in the sky will remind you of a light that’s been here long before you got here.
The Syzygy 21 transforms passions of desire with elation into poetic song.
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