Of the Sun and Moon

Of the Sun and Moon The wills and wounds of night, progress across Universe. Their astronomical paths rail, a sphere of God’s betrayal festers; a curse their destined paths. For there is only a cadence, to which either shall ever come to know, for neither will ever come to meet. They are two deities married in their love apart, destined to a hungering ache. Their skyward footprints dashing, dashing. Points of star spear the night, and a blushing Sun's cheeks greet the Moon; an enduring tryst, of a parting spent throwing signals, through the heavens of the Earth. ***perhaps I should've slept on this, but then if I do I may just forget about it and throw in the waste basket. Here's a poem without my awful fingers prying too much, mostly to see what others think.