My wife told me I said the first five lines below in my sleep. Apparently my sleeping brain writes doomed celestial romance. I asked ChatGPT to illustrate it and help expand it.

A golden sun and silver crescent moon face one another across a layer of earth, their rays and roots almost meeting.

Sun and moon
Moon and sun
One in sky the other in the ground
They never meet
But they are lovers

I was asleep
when I learned this.
Apparently,
they tell me things.

By morning
I had questions.

Why the ground?
What about eclipses?
How long have I known these people?

Somewhere in my head
there is a poet
who understands
the arrangement.

He will not speak to me.

He only talks
to my wife.