In the sun I feel alive.
it’s heat is motherly on my skin and
there is not a single place I would rather be than
silently resting underneath the golden waves.

Tonight’s waxing gibbous reminded me of
the reasons why I cherish darkness when
sunlight has left its lover -- or has it?
No; It’s merely resting afar giving the moon her
spotlight.
What a generous sun.
It seems as though they never touch -- those two lovers.
When will they meet?
Perhaps never.

Every night I look to the moon
hoping you are looking towards her
concurrently.
When the moon is at her most spherical phase
I send a wish, and
I send a kiss to you.
Did you feel the cool hands of the wind?
The chill bumps you feel,
It is my kiss!
I miss you.
I miss you.
*I love you.