A white blue moon

captivates the landscape,
                        pushing and pulling
   pushing and pulling.

And in the midst of it,
lying in the grass,
two souls stare
               into the universe,
                        into the movement,
into each other.

                   The push
             and
the pull.

And two hearts beat to the rhythm,
        like the ebb and flow of the tides
crashing against an alien shore.

                                             Push   
                pull     
                                push   
pull.