sol&luna

Solar and Lunar The Sun and the Moon. For both all things wait to bloom. One is night. One is day. To both, some pray. Thee Moon is bright, The Sun is hot. To even fathom them is a lot. Astra, to the stars, Makes cars seem pretty pointless. I don't even know how I'm doing this. Maybe the bliss of being amongst twins. Change the lens, Change your friends, Change your sins. Full body cleanse. Then maybe begin to rebuild,  Before they are on the ball field. But they only crawl still. So I have a little time still.