Moon, my Sun.

There was a whisper
and a sky
and it spoke, wholly
When it was night
but awake
the sun no one’s
memory

There was a voice
and my heart
and nothing but blood
When my lungs
were listening
and the voice was
speaking

There was a time
all was one
and our beats
breathed at once
When the thought
was a whisper
and a voice
my sun.

-A. Ault-