Monday, February 11, 2019

The Luminaries ...


The Sun loves the Moon
He dies for her each night
So that she may shine.
And she only shined
Because he was there.
Fated to wait for each other
And finally a passionate touch
That was needed ever so much.
It was so intense
They had to commence
To go back to await
The next day of their fate.



art & poem by Erica Wexler