Atmosphere

You are Earth and, I, the moon. Much held within you.

I am but flesh, a fragment of you.

Tossed among star dust, I orbit, hiding in your silhouette.

But phase, face the sun, you of day and I of night.

No moments pass where we aren’t same.

Here I spin night or not.

A guided gaze falls upon your face.

Rib or crust alike, we are not a match or mate.

Yet, vision of I and you, set forth in path to stay.