the sun and moon in love

He was a bright light

and she a sliver whisper,

and they were worlds away,

never seeing each other,

no ways of communication.

no phone.

no letters.

no mouths to speak.

But they felt

the presence of each other

miles and miles away.

And at daybreak

she would rise

into the night

and he would hide,

and take with him the light,

and they would long for

the one they could only feel,

like two negative batteries in love.

But the sun knew

the moon could only live

while he was hidden.

So he would hide

and she would go out

and search

for what she knew the stars couldn't give.

And for eternity they lived

in presence, in desire.

But for eternity they lived

alone.