vermillion reunion

“we meet again,” said the sun to the moon, as his rays warmed her soul and her crimson passion, usually hidden under her cool silver crust, was ignited once again

and bled into the sky.

they were the original star-crossed lovers, as they could only see each other across the star-splattered atmosphere.

oh, how the sun wished he could exist in the moon’s dark haunt

and how the moon longed to be more than just a fleeting onlooker

during the sun’s shift in the sky.

and oh,

how they lived for these brief, amorous moments when they could finally

touch.

“i’ve missed you,” said the moon to the sun. when they collided,

he brought out the best in her and the early risers on earth gasped

in delight when they saw it.