Moon and sun
Will the moon
ever be able to reach out
to the sun?
To try to stroke her fiery skin,
burning herself in the process.
A million little fires
dancing as freckles accross her face. She feels the warmth,
it feels like home.
A home that dissapears in the night, but you know it'll be there
in the morning again.
Will the sun
ever be able to reach out
to the moon?
To hold her bright aura
and to kiss her shimmering moles.
To admire and adore the magic
she practices over seas and oceans. She feels the cries at night.
Tears of joy and tears of pain
that shine in the moonlight,
and will be hidden at dawn,
until the sun goes down again.
