Sky Walker

His wings kept him on his destined journey across the sky, but he still walked the clouds to the light. The Moon threw stars across the cosmos in hopes the Sun would see him, but even if he did, their wings kept them apart. It was the way it was supposed to be, but the Moon was growing tired of the way things were supposed to be. The line where his golden beacon fell behind the sky called to him, and he kept walking knowing he would never reach his destination. The silver sky walker wanted so desperately to get lost in his purpose, lost in the sky he was destined to be in. Yet he walked, wondering if he'll ever walk alongside him. 🌙