Looking up at the changing evening sun to the moon filled sky
I wonder if their love story is like the story of you and I
I wonder if the sun thinks the moon must be a star too
Because the air between them, though twinkling, is still darker than blue
So the moon is convinced that that brightness must be an angel
Because when there is distance they miss parts and angles
The moon thinks about the sun on the coldest of nights
Missing the warmth reminding him in darkness there are lights
And the sun looks from afar and wonderings if they are having fun
Because it’s lonely being the galaxy’s only sun
Though a chasimistic distance sits between their talks
They always make time to make their daily walk
The Journey 