Chase

On the day the moon

surrenders, ceases chase

and gives to the sun

his woeful desires,

on that day when

they flee this lazy galaxy,

light will fade to dark and

the world will turn cold

but our beating hearts

will warm us,

one to the other,

two small fire-flames

blazing while

your smile, as before,

will sustain us both

 until we draw
our last breath,

when our spirit bodies will rise

and give chase to that odd pair

 the sun and the
moon,

out there into the Great Unknown.

 

This I promise you.