When the moon would sing, and her stars would shine. She sang of love and a darling sun divine.
She sang of his devotion. His perfect radiance. She sang of his lips. His eyes, and his eloquent cadence.
She sang of a celestial bond bound by time and cosmic forces. A love that belonged both in dark and light places.
As she sang her song the sun carried on in his own beaming bursts of a love that belonged.
The two songs echoed in the vastness of space. Converging and merging as they float in this place.
For love is a silent devotion. Sent by waves of light. Sound, and motion.
Drench me in your light.
Love me with your heat.
Blend with me in the night.
Our souls deserve this retreat.