Adieu

When the workaholic sun 

Gets the call to end his job 

In the evening,

His invisible soul reaches 

The place of tryst in the sky.

The inamorata,

The moon ushers him 

To boudoir.

Pouring the love from her bosom,

She allows him to sleep in her lap

Beneath her silvery light.

Flicking his hair,

She lilts the song of love

To relieve his exhaustion.

As night signals its end of tenure,

Lovers cuddle each other 

And whisper adieu.