Celestial Tale

In a fantasy Bohemian,

The Sun betrayed the sky,

Abandoned it to cold, to grim and dark,

Took all his anklets, his hamsas and his rays

And left in rush

In rush he left

Denying Day his life.

Alone the Moon so sadly cries;

No captain for her ship,

No torch to feed her light,

No golden flame to turn her pain

Into hope for humankind.

And so she flew, in sweet rush too,

With her nose rings, arm cuffs, and her veils,

She searched the world to find the rays

Of he who crushed her heart.

Her kohl-lined eyes were such sad sight

Smudging ravens on her face.

It sure is nice, she thought, to be of rock,

Resilient empress bold,

But what is stone without a fire,

To make it solid and alive?

What is Moon without a love,

A star so powerful and old

That shields them both from Father Time?

Author's Note

One of my favorite poems ever :)

Reviews

[H]

I love this poem a lot, It is simply beautiful.

[Marian Elizabeth]

Thank you. I am happy you enjoyed it