My heart, my soul
my love for the moon.
The sun stares
you stare
but I stare right back.
I can see the sun shining
through your chest.
You’re heart is on fire
so I rub my hands,
place them on your chest,
and melt.

Fire finds us and parts.
Ice hunts us and melts.
The wind dies down,
the rain picks up
and all the while the sun
waits, smiles, and watches.
Watches for the day when I land at your door.
For that day
the sun will shine brightest
and all of London will dance.