The Sonnet of the Suns

The rising and the setting suns collide

for enough time to steal away a breath.

They know there is nowhere for them to hide,

and parting is a different kind of death.

The moon watches them pass each other by,

and the stars cheer them on from up above.

The only hope for those who reign the sky

is that they remain hopeless in their love.

They do not wish to meet the end of days

at the hands of those broken hearted rays.