Sky Life

The clouds kiss the earth

with a lingering tongue,

gentle and sweet,

loving.

Until the morning sun

snatches back

the land

with a swift

and jealous hand.

The moon

hides his head

in shame

waiting for the night.

A shooting star

never shoots twice.

Wishing for the clouds

to descend again

waiting for

the sun

to go.

Night falls,

the moon

finally

suppresses his shame

enough

to glow.

At least

until

the morning.

5.19.19