Where sun meets moon

I'll talk to you through tides and shifting skies, in echoes, glances, softened sighs. He tells her stories in sun rays, she answers with stars and nidnight haze. The moon, who is shy with a silver soft heart, fell in love with how the sun never learned to hide. She loved him from far away, her quiet heart begged him to stay. But he was day, and she was night Bound to orbit apart. It was never quite right. Their love was written in the silent parts of space, their touch they couldn't even chase. Each dawn he rose, she'd fade from view, yet at every dusk, he would searched for her too. Only at dawn they could brush like passing ghosts. Her silver beauty fading, while his rays of fire just wake. "Good morning my love" "Goodnight darling" ☀️💕🌙