Eclipse

The sky is too small to hold them both at once.
She is a wildfire in the morning spilling gold over the edge of the world.
She does not know how to be small
She burns without asking for permission turning the ocean into a mirror of broken glass.
Everything she touches wakes up.
He is the quiet weight of the night.
He has no light of his own so he carries hers while she sleeps.
He is made of craters and old dust
A silver ghost watching over the rooftops.
He does not wake the birds
He only hushes the wind.
They are a long conversation that never happens face to face.
She gives him her glow across the empty dark and he reflects it back but softened so the world can breathe.
They are two ends of the same string
Forever pulling and forever missing.
Only once in a great while they meet in the middle of a bruised purple sky.
For a few heartbeats, the day goes dark and the stars come out to watch as the shadow of the boy rests against the fire of the girl.
Then the clock of the universe turns and she must burn again while he fades into the blue waiting for the sun to go down so he can see her light once more.