dance of sun and moon

You
Like a wild thing, fly
Flittering above the tress,
Amongst the stars, swimming
Beneath the lakes and rivers
Experiencing, breathing, boasting

all the while I sit
Stagnant
and enviably grounded

who am I
to keep you at surface level

why should I
sit and wait

Afraid to leave
that when you finally return
I’ll be gone

Fearful that you’ll forget I was waiting
and fly away once more

an endless dance of sun and moon
never to be fulfilled
never to be reconciled