Am a descendant of the moon that ascends from the south and descends in the north.
She’s of the sun that ascends from the north and descends in the south.
When we meet an eclipse is sure to happen.
We make magic to happen, living the earthlings to wonder, what kind of a love is this? It’s a strange love.
It’s a mystery that lives many to marvel upon and amuse on
We cross paths several times, but we meet few times.
And when we do, wonders happen.
We light the earth with strange colours, colours so strange which can’t be seen by the faint of eyes.
Living the earthlings with theories of what we are.