tragedy of the sun and the moon

I.

the sun and the moon are in love
but can never be
because they live and breathe at different times
in different spheres of existence

II.

the sun gives warmth and light,
it brings in the dawn
the beginning of a new day.

The moon, in contrast,
is tragically beautiful
in a melancholy manner of speaking.
She is the only source of light in the dark
she is the goddess who listens and weeps
to the stories of all the broken hearts.

III.

perhaps she weeps because she knows.
She is in love with the sun and his warmth
but could never truly be his,
only be a mere speck in his wondrous universe.

The thin veil separating her from him absolutely devastates,
and little does she know,
the sun has a longing all his own.

IV.

The sun longs for the cold embrace of the moon,
he longs for kisses that taste of melancholy and solitude.
He needs the cold to contain the passionate warmth
that dwells within.

Can passion simply exist without opposition?
Can love thrive if both the lovers were the same?

The sun craved the moon because she was his opposite,
the very being he could never be
but always wanted to.

And so he bleeds.

V.

The moon cannot bear the longing
and so in an act of absolute madness
she doesn't set during the day
she stands in the same sky as the magnificent sun.

Not realizing she is slowly dying
but her love keeps her alive..... for the moment

VI.

The sun, in his happiness, wept then smiled.
Alas, he could finally feel her icy touch.
She could give him all the secrets of the stars 
and he could give her the clouds
and crystal blue skies.

But alas, as of every love, it all comes crumbling.

VII.

The moon then felt herself weakening.
His passion and his love was killing her,
she craved his love
but never thought of what could become of her.

She injected all of herself into his veins
and all of him into hers
but with the sun, the cold doesn't bother him because
he is nothing but warmth.

With the moon, cold is all she's ever known
and love, warmth, fire,
it destroys her.

And as the moon died,
the sun wept
and felt a part of his heart go with her.

VIII.

This is the tragedy of the sun of the moon,
the unrequited longing,
the dangerous passion of opposites.

Author's Note

a few months old

also published on my fictionpress (funeralmoon)

I had written this originally in the middle of the night-- excuse the errors and inconsistency.

Reviews

[nazia]

You made me think of the words-- opposites attract. This story of the love of the sun and the moon.. Trying hard to each out to each other yet so far away is full of sadness.. well composed :)