On the night of our wedding
I swim to my bride, the moon.
Diverged in her wild waves, I
struggle to even meet her stars.
A ceremony at twilight
where I will meet my bride,
and tip-toe on the horizon
to kiss her glowing lips.
And whisper ‘til death’.

But all too soon,
saltwater envelops it's lungs.
A body is washed to shore,
and the sun mourns warmth
on the cold lips
that ever longed
to kiss and whisper
at the moon.