My lover is the radiance of the sun. Powerful and unfathomable in splendor, my lover’s fire gloriously burns for all to see.

I am the glow of the moon. Soft and conjuring the imagination, my own light romantically illuminates the darkest of nights.

We are a tragedy. To forever travel the skies in pursuit of one other, rarely do our adoring eyes fall upon our beautiful dance.

We tease when I am anew, embrace when I eclipse, but never are we to remain. My lover and I have been given the Heavens, always to chase as if in Hell.

 Copyright 2016 by Grace Charles


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