Morning Moon
To drink of the sunrise, soft upon one's lips yet radiantly reviving like the highlight of a blossoming rose. Pink like a new moon aglow with anticipation, awaiting the day when all is renewed, and the night slowly falls around her to welcome her early morning rise. Faithful companions set in opposite direction and miles apart up in a crystal blue, solemnly rainy sky. These paths simultaneously cross and interweave for harmonious synchronization but Does it ever bask in the glory of lingering eternally together? Will the forces of Nature relinquish long enough to see a fateful union of sorts? If I am your moon and you are for me , the sun in all it's motion, Will the Ocean capture us more than long enough to show the world what true love can be made of?