Sunset came, the Moon lifts into the sky.
“Hello, my love.” The Sun spoke with a fond sigh.
“Hello, my love.” The Moon spoke in reply.
The Moon sings “I love the glow of your face.”
The Sun hums “It’s nothing without your grace.”
They linger there together, neither shifting from their place.
“I do not exist without your light.” In vulnerability, speaks the Moon.
“I have no light without you.” Speaks the Sun, setting far too soon.
The Moon weeps helplessly “I’m not ready for you to go.”
The Sun beams “Worry not, we will play again tomorrow.”
The tides shift due to goodbyes from the Moon above,
the trees reach out, the Sun’s farewells they soak up all of,
and the Earth rests peacefully, the perfect balance of their love.
















