The Sun and The Moon
Posted: September 11th, 2011, 11:07 amI wrote this tonight while I was trying to get some feelings out. IDK.
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My Sun came out today, still golden and sparkling with his warm rays. I was uncertain, I told myself that he shines far too brightly. I am not worthy of his rays. I am becoming a creature of the night. Ever since I met The Moon, I've been crossing over. He calls out to me with his mystery and allure, "come out and play beneath my moonbeams" he whispers. For a while I started to forget The Sun, how his rays both dazzled me and yet how he could cause me pain with his burn. The Moon had eclipsed him, lead me on various adventures of whimsy and romance.
Yet we all know The Moon is not constant. Sometimes he disappears and all that's left is darkness. His faint glow hidden in the shadows. Where he goes, I do not know. Today was one of those days. He was hidden and no matter how I searched I could not find him. Yet The Sun came, beckoned me to come out of the darkness for a while. To come and laugh with him. Hesitantly, I did. He entertained me with his stories, I had forgotten what a charmer he was. His warmth was starting to cover me, I could see that I would always love The Sun. Yet, I remembered that I cannot withstand his rays for too long anymore, lest I'd risk another burn. So as darkness arrived, he slowly crept away. Fragments of his rays still tingling my body. A few found their way into my heart and I felt a bittersweet longing for the days I spent happy, free and warm in his company.
Just as the last rays vanished I started to see The Moon's glow approaching. He had finished his cycle and had returned at last. I was a little angry at him for being gone for so long. I didn't know whether he would have ever came back. He looked at me sadly. I knew he regretted having to leave all the time, but what could he do. With The Moon, the cycle is never constant. I am not his only one. I knew this, yet it still hurt. He reaches out and grabs my face in his hands and looks deep into my eyes. "I'm so sorry," he whispers. I look away, I can't look him in the eyes just yet. I forgive him anyways. I lay there with him, wrapped up in his moonbeams. I trace my fingers along his ribs, each one like a crescent. "I want to see you again in two days," he says. I tell him it's alright. Even through my anger, I am bewitched by him. He kisses my lips and disappears into the night again.
I lay there and think about him. What does he do when he's away from me? How often does he think about me in these absences? I wonder if I'll ever be his only one. Will there come a day when he never leave me? I then think about my Sun. The Sun was temperamental sometimes, but at least he had always been constant. The times he burned me were outweighed by the sweet moments spent in his golden rays. Yet I knew that I could never be with The Sun. He did not want me. He is too brilliant and beautiful, I am nothing but a lost creature. Forever longing after that which I can't have. The Sun is destined for a bright and glorious future, one that does not involve me. I always knew of his potential, he always shone so brightly in my eyes. I wish him well.
I feel drawn to The Moon now. He is bright in his own way, I love his uniqueness and his ever changing stages. He awakens a primal part of me I didn't know I had. He is intelligent and seductive. He has the ability to bring me up so high, yet he always disappears so suddenly and I am left gasping for air. I do want to be with The Moon. I want to unlock all his secrets, have him confide everything to me. I want to sleep among his beams and sparkles.
I feel so lost, like the tides of the ocean which swell and recede at the pull of both The Moon and The Sun. I feel as though I can never have either of them.
I am becoming a creature of the night, dancing in the fields underneath the embraces of The Moon. No matter what though, in my heart I will forever love The Sun.
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My Sun came out today, still golden and sparkling with his warm rays. I was uncertain, I told myself that he shines far too brightly. I am not worthy of his rays. I am becoming a creature of the night. Ever since I met The Moon, I've been crossing over. He calls out to me with his mystery and allure, "come out and play beneath my moonbeams" he whispers. For a while I started to forget The Sun, how his rays both dazzled me and yet how he could cause me pain with his burn. The Moon had eclipsed him, lead me on various adventures of whimsy and romance.
Yet we all know The Moon is not constant. Sometimes he disappears and all that's left is darkness. His faint glow hidden in the shadows. Where he goes, I do not know. Today was one of those days. He was hidden and no matter how I searched I could not find him. Yet The Sun came, beckoned me to come out of the darkness for a while. To come and laugh with him. Hesitantly, I did. He entertained me with his stories, I had forgotten what a charmer he was. His warmth was starting to cover me, I could see that I would always love The Sun. Yet, I remembered that I cannot withstand his rays for too long anymore, lest I'd risk another burn. So as darkness arrived, he slowly crept away. Fragments of his rays still tingling my body. A few found their way into my heart and I felt a bittersweet longing for the days I spent happy, free and warm in his company.
Just as the last rays vanished I started to see The Moon's glow approaching. He had finished his cycle and had returned at last. I was a little angry at him for being gone for so long. I didn't know whether he would have ever came back. He looked at me sadly. I knew he regretted having to leave all the time, but what could he do. With The Moon, the cycle is never constant. I am not his only one. I knew this, yet it still hurt. He reaches out and grabs my face in his hands and looks deep into my eyes. "I'm so sorry," he whispers. I look away, I can't look him in the eyes just yet. I forgive him anyways. I lay there with him, wrapped up in his moonbeams. I trace my fingers along his ribs, each one like a crescent. "I want to see you again in two days," he says. I tell him it's alright. Even through my anger, I am bewitched by him. He kisses my lips and disappears into the night again.
I lay there and think about him. What does he do when he's away from me? How often does he think about me in these absences? I wonder if I'll ever be his only one. Will there come a day when he never leave me? I then think about my Sun. The Sun was temperamental sometimes, but at least he had always been constant. The times he burned me were outweighed by the sweet moments spent in his golden rays. Yet I knew that I could never be with The Sun. He did not want me. He is too brilliant and beautiful, I am nothing but a lost creature. Forever longing after that which I can't have. The Sun is destined for a bright and glorious future, one that does not involve me. I always knew of his potential, he always shone so brightly in my eyes. I wish him well.
I feel drawn to The Moon now. He is bright in his own way, I love his uniqueness and his ever changing stages. He awakens a primal part of me I didn't know I had. He is intelligent and seductive. He has the ability to bring me up so high, yet he always disappears so suddenly and I am left gasping for air. I do want to be with The Moon. I want to unlock all his secrets, have him confide everything to me. I want to sleep among his beams and sparkles.
I feel so lost, like the tides of the ocean which swell and recede at the pull of both The Moon and The Sun. I feel as though I can never have either of them.
I am becoming a creature of the night, dancing in the fields underneath the embraces of The Moon. No matter what though, in my heart I will forever love The Sun.