does the sun pull the moon across the sky
desperately tying to drag her nearer
but falling over the horizon as she wakes?

or is the moon chasing the sun
trying to catch a chance to bask in his warmth
but always arriving a moment too late?

both bring light
the sun, passion and fire
the moon, tenderness and a soft glow
if they were to meet would the sun consume her?
or would she temper his flames
in soft understanding?

we look to the the sky
and watch this daily dance unfold
convinced that the sun and the moon are opposites
contradictions that serve us
certain that the sun is content to burn
certain that the moon is content to exist in darkness

but the sun in his eternal day
and the moon in her eternal night
might be pushing and pulling across the sky
in an infinite attempt to reach each other
always missing by an inch

maybe this is why the sunrise is so beautiful
and the sunset colors take our breath away
it is the only way the sun and moon
can send each other messages
of love