He loves her so, like a daisy to the sun
But this immortal sun burns too much for themFlying high, burning hot and bright
Hours? Years? How long has the sun held it's place in the sky?It scorches the Earth, like an egg in a pan
They all wanted respite, though their hopes wanedWill tomorrow ever come?
Or are we resigned to this forever-day?They held each other close in the horrible heat
While the world burned up all aroundThey were content with what was to come
Then, an idea from his loveIf there is no more moon to replace the sun
Why not just create one?While she planned, he was scared
The moon glows at night, with night was the darkThough he despises the sun's powerful glow
The dark still scares him, for the dark is unknownThe sun will burn them all away
All because he was afraid of the darkHe wants to tell her he can't do it
But she's already long goneZipping through the sky
She ripples the light, like a stone across the lakeThere she sat, the moon itself
But there was something wrongShe only sat alongside the forever-sun
It's burning heat was still on everyoneShe needed help to replace the sun
The embrace of night to quell it's raysBut the night meant dark, the unknowable
But then would the unknown become known?While he stewed in his fears, the moon began to burn
He needed to help her, his love was hurtShe needed him, and he needed her
So he became the night for herThe moon, and the night it calls home
The forever-day is over, and life goes onOnce he got there, it wasn't so bad
She opened his eyes to a new perspectiveYou can never know the unknown
But you don't have to conquer the unknown aloneThe night holds the moon in it's arms
Forever a pair, their love so strongHe loves her so, like a datura to the moon
With his moon, nothing could go wrong
- 2/14/21

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Krystalline Thoughts
PoetryA collection of love poems I wrote for my girlfriend, Krystal.