In shadowed dreams of moon drenched lovers, where silver gleams and no one suffers, the crushing weight of time and distance, pained by their feigned indifference.
The honorable sun who’s dutiful and brave, illuminates the beauty on those of us depraved. We, so radiant and ever burning, for love’s desire and aching yearning.
As stars, we’re clustered together to beam, gaseous bodies simply just traveling, some fly past faster than we can reach, and some seem to glow rather dimly.
Rotating the galaxy that we call home, sometimes stars collide as we travel the unknown. Lovers in love and all things great, merging together as one, seems fate.
So with you I rotate endlessly, as The Moon, The Sun, and The Stars. Our galaxy.