“Unknown”

The sun is unknown to the moon

As they pass by in the pastel skies 

It is a peculiar thought 

To describe a dandelion 

Her bright face unknown to the meadows that consume her body

Just as the bones are unknown to the heart

One is foundation, the other love

Never quite understanding the other

Is it the misfit, alone in the shadows?

A name called unknown to the silence

For quiet could never exist in the presence of them

One cannot exist without the other

Yet, somehow we forget

It's the unknown earthy smell 

Dancing from the tea cup

Outside an atmosphere that could swallow the aroma whole

But union, despite the sudden tragedies 

Is what gives a thought a home

An unknown experience a worth while

A complementary, unfathomable twist

Of being both unknown, and belonging 

Simultaneously