Middle Ground

Venus, Dressed in emotional fashioned red, Always remaining true, Burning desire of feelings, Obiting the sun of passionate. When eclipsed by the darkside of the moon, Blazing even more greater, Mistaken, Drifting off course. Mars, Times, View to a chill, Distance showed, Careless flowed in mid-space. Blackhole wondering, Never given deep moments of viewing, Beyond the surface, Beauty hold within. Two different heavenly globes, Worlds collide, Back facing length, Light years away. Only if two seek, Middle ground, Like- Coming down to earth, Where the two always belonged-