Morning marriage

He sits and waits among the stars
As her essence shines
She rises slowly above the horizon
And he waits silently,
Beaming.
She wears her veil of fog,
Her misty essence of pastel
Damp and cool she moves forward
Lifting her shroud as she sees him
And the warmth flows through
This morning world.
She reaches out in glory
A light beheld and cherished
He turns and slips away
Follow me he seems to taunt
And she rises up
As he slips away
Becoming one
Some other day
She lives her times
In light and movement
He lives his in darkness
Of space.
Eclipsed in splendor.