Plasma & Light

An eclipse, an event I’ve never seen.
An event only present in screens and imagination.
The one and only time where moon meets the sun.
Where their casted shadows show astral love.

But sometimes they don’t meet all the way.
Sometimes they just stare and go by.
Are they mad at each other?
Are they still in love?
Do they hurt?
Is the moon still in love with the sun?

Oh, shut up! They just had an argument.
After all, they have been in a relationship long before your grandma was born.
They know when to be apart.
They know when to smile, when to kiss and when to ask.

They go dancing around till they meet again.
They wonder about each other all the time.
“Are they good? Did they eat?”
And when they meet, they forget.

They see at each other.
Up and down.
Right and left.
And know they are good..

Will they be there next time?
We don’t know.
But for now, they will keep on dancing till they meet again.
A kiss for a shadow or a hug for an afternoon.