Orbit

Sometimes, even on the brightest day, suspended like a pearly bubble, she glows, and beams her shiny smile; a distant glimpse of heaven.

Though seldom do we share the sky, I often, from behind the hills, steal a setting glance, and grin with rosy lips as I slip behind the brow.

And when morning comes, I stretch my golden fingers, reaching out to hug her. But her silver heart grows weary, and softly undeterred she sleeps, and dreams beneath my fire.

But sometimes, even when I burn the most, a kindly, cool complexion, suspended like a pearly bubble, wakes from sleep and kisses me, and orbits my reflection.