Never Ending

The sun waits, illuminating the sky. Warming those around her, she leaves wondering when they’ll cross. While the darkness comes up— he opposes. The bright blue sky with fluffed clouds never understood the dark black sky and stars. They talk to the moon, “why does the sun take so long to leave?” The clouds ask, “why is he always in a rush?” Never aligned— only once in a while there’s a lunar eclipse. In this everything stops. Eyes on the sun and moon crossing. The shades of blue are cooled, they are disregarded and the sun and moon speak.