the story of the sun and the moon

the sun ducked behind the silhouettes of

the acacia trees and she turned 

crimson. the air was so still 

and nothing dared make a sound

except for the low hum of the bees in the 

aloe flowers and the distant lonely call of the night-jar.

as the sun rapidly made her way to hide behind the mountains

she kissed the sky goodbye for the day.

the sky blushed an orange-pink glow 

for she knew it wouldn't be long before the silver slither

of the moon would come into view. 

the moon is dazzled with tiny but irresistibly beautiful diamonds

that hang around her in the lonely 

midnight blue sky.

the air slowly cools and my skin tingles.

just as the sun did, the moon glides across the sky

bringing  trails of stars along with her.

different constellations come to greet me 

as the hours go by.