Letters for my dearest moon.

Talking with the Sun

To my dearest moon,

Why did you make my evening an early summer rain?

Why are you slowly dancing with me in the dark?

Why are you giving me warmth amid cold nights?

Why do I feel so beautiful when you are around?

I'm questioning myself. 'Why is there a rainbow in the middle of the night?'

Slowly, I already forgot to wear red lipstick.

Bare face, chubby cheeks, peach puffs, and textured skin.

Sunlight can enhance my features— but the moon gladly accepts it — bare.

Sometimes, the sun asked me,

'Why are you more drawn to the moon?

I can show you flowers, trees, butterflies.

I can warm you up and kiss your cheeks when my lights intentionally hit them.

I can show you all the beautiful things around the world.

So why can't you choose me?'

I answered,

'My sun, my beautiful sun, I'm sorry if I'm more in love with the moon.

You may show me the flowers, trees, butterflies, and even the bees.

You can warm me up using your radiance.

You even woke me up with an early kiss of your sunlight.

You showed me a lot of colors and beauty and made me appreciate the wonders of the world.

But the moon...

Baby, the moon is the only one who can connect me to the stars.

The moon can command the fireflies to walk alongside me in the middle of the dark meadows.

It may be a cold night, but the moon finds a way to warm me up.

The night is dark and scary, but I know the moon is watching me.

That is why I know I can sleep soundly with security.

He also gives me moonlight kisses when I fall asleep.

Sealing his promise that tomorrow night he's still with me.

You may show me a lot of the world's beauty.

But the world will do what the moon says so that even at night it will show me its beauty.

Darkness is scary, but I know— I'm not alone.'