Equinox

We exist only at the Equinox, as winter melts into spring, and summer fades into fall. Our souls meet tentatively as the sun kisses the tips of trees, and the moon caresses the star dimpled sky. I will always look for you in constellations, and you will always be waiting for a new dawn to break. We wait patiently for an eclipse; a final kiss to last decades until the universe wills us to cross paths once more.