I watch them forever chasing each other back over the horizon, never quite catching the one they seek. Sometimes I wish I was them, the only sorrow in my life is knowing I’ll never touch my love. The hope of seeing her face propelling me across the heavens. Waiting for the chance to catch a glimpse as I rise into the sky.

So last night I decided to talk to the moon and he asked me about the sun. I didn’t know what to say. What do you say to someone who has never seen their love. I told him of the light she spread across the world, of her power to scorch whatever she wishes if so tempted, and how that even the stars fade their grandeur in respect to her.

As he continued his trek towards the horizon I thought of what nice of a life that must be, a life of chasing the sun.