Windswept

One broken soul stared into the awing sights above-- the twinkling stars, the great, red Mars. Her eyes lit up in such a bashful way, it was as though the galaxy was built for this poor, broken soul.

One lost spirit gazed into the blinding sights above-- the great, round sun, the seemingly soft clouds. It was as though his eyes were one with the view, the sky forming for this one lonely, lost spirit.

Two forgotten memories looked into each other's eyes, wondering how they could have ever been broken or lost. For the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night just to see her live.