Through the Mirror (oneshotwednesday)

She is his moon, exquisite beauty,
flawless form, holding on,
with the lightest of touches,
to his gravity, she shines, even in daytime,

He is her Sun, radiant, loving her,
beyond measure, spreading warmth,
he lights her way, king of her day,
she shines within his sky, 

Worlds apart, so far, and yet, near,
under the same stratosphere,
they appear as stars, in the inky black,
of their dark sides, night,

His reach is long, far more,
than his comprehension, she feels him like a kiss,
on her eyelids, with ice cold firelight,
his gift, more than, his words

So at the outer edge, they meet,
in the middle,
touching fingertips, through the mirror,
his light, dancing in her reflection,

Celestial bodies, separated,
divine within, their own realities,
meet clandestine, in the night,
in the dreams, of each others fantasy.