Artemis and Apollo

Thick branches
create frames,
stark against
silver landscapes.
The sun has left,
tinging the edge of sky
with dark gradients.
The moon has also gone
leaving only stars
on pond surfaces.
Sturdy bodies
break the tension,
destroying small reflections–
the symphony peaks.
Stories of sun chasing moon
Have found their way across lips,
For centuries–
tales of love unrequited.
The moon disappeared,
from our view this evening,
thinking she nearly
caught up to the sun.
This game they play
Has no end or beginning
Their twin-flames burn far apart
The two will go on searching.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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