the road to the moon is an isolated trail,
hushed and enigmatic it endures
the solemn ensemble of stars above
mirror the path like a cosmic vein.

most choose the road to the sun
craving to cast flames across the sky
a vibrant exploration of fervent insanities;
golden pride, aching lust, burning zeal.

if moon crosses paths with sun-
a maddening dance, tiptoeing the edge of a precipice-
the churning heart of the sun beats in tandem
with the ghost-like drum of the moon
out of time with the universal rhythm.

some say sun belongs with sun
and moon only brethren with moon.
but the road to each converges at the heart
where sun will meet moon, and be free.