Salt Water

Streaks of purple and pink blend gleefully into the night sky
The fiery ball of hope descends from it's peak with a sigh
Since the time of their birth, they have suffered in bouts of pain
It startles the wandering planets at their compositions. How could either duo be sane?
The loss of love is strewn upon the horizon from day to night
She—the beautiful fire ball of life—burns with rage and fright
He—the cool orb of mystery—silently looks through his depressing haven with nothing but a thought
Day and night was cruel for both beauties as they sought and as they fought
One glimpse, that's all they wanted to feel alive and well
The wandering animals of Earth are ones to watch and tell
Sun and Moon meet once in the skies of Spring for an hour a year
In that moment, they have nothing to fear
She fades slowly but surely, dying another day
He rejuvenates his orbs, watching her with nothing more to say
And when she truly is gone and he, coated in dark mobs
The innocent seas of the broad seven roar with cries and wrack the sands with endless sobs
Now sleep will fall before our helpless frames
Moon watching over us in his own pitiful domain
And when we awaken, we will see Sun in her typical rays of pain
Sad how the loss of love drives another insane