And then the sun whispered and it's breath warmed my neck.
The Sun's fingers traced the length of my arm and held my hands.
I rested on the Sun's chest looked into it's eyes.
How can the Sun be so close yet so far away.

And then the Moon whispered and it's voice was saturated with solitude.
The Moon's fingers clasped onto mine and pulled me along
Deep into the forest.
Struggling to keep with it's pace I saw the eyes of the moon
Hollow, empty, nothing.
How can the moon present a glowing yet be a illuminated tragedy?