Far above the starry sky,
sits a watchful cresent,
mooning over ever tender
futures, pasts, and present.

She cannot simply ponder fate,
she intends to know.
A magic spell so woven tight
lets her see below.

She loves to watch our fairy tales
bloom before her eyes,
yet each night she goes to bed
wounded by our lies.

A nova lays light years away
and giggles at the moon,
amused at how caught up she gets
in tales that end too soon.

The rays above the mountain tops,
tell us sun is in the sky.
he ventures cross the universe
and never wonders why.

Eons ago he lost all light
beyond a single moon,
when she smiled all time stopped,
still who was he to swoon.

Sun doesn't know he is her light,
and that is why she shines,
far below we sit and watch
with hope from time to time,

that we will see them meet again
just for a minute, maybe two
then they'll see what they've been missing,
just like me and you.