Corona Of The Sun And Moon

Eclipses are rare
Stars shoot not often

Blood moon shading
Smokes in the skies

My ink's fantasies
Is of the galaxies

Plain mirrages
The earth her mirror

Celestial entities
Overseeing the cosmos

I see dispersing corona
Weathering rocks

I hear storms of the cloud
Befriending lightning

Perhaps the heavens
Wants to kiss the earth
Or what thinks thou?