In the afternoon
the moon sneaks into the sky early.
He hangs back in the dusky blue plain, admiring
the radiance the sun emits.
He watches the sun begin to leave their shared stage,
dissolving into her most beautiful form at sunset,
flinging her melted colours along the brink of the sky.
A plane cuts a small scar in the smooth skin of the azure
illuminated now only by glowing embers,
and the moon sends the nurses of twilight
to heal it as it slices across.
The moon rises up in awe as the sun ceremoniously departs,
emitting its longing through a cool and subtle glow.
art by Quinn Fagersten
