Analysis of Fate

Dawn breaks early,
The moon sets late.
Desperate to see another,
But simply not their fate.

Rays of passion shine,
Spreading warmth below.
He’s without his love,
He’s alone; barely aglow.

Shadows grow long,
The golden hour’s begun.
Leaves crackle lightly,
His pain will be undone.

She wakes from her slumber,
But he’s barely in sight,
They share a longing look,
He sets; taking her light.

She reflects his devotion,
They’ll try again tomorrow.
Hope exists, though slight;
His pain, her sorrow.

If you were the sun,
That’d make me the moon.
Destined to be apart,
Except those brief afternoons.