a beautiful dream

eclipse

strange that it's called moonlight,
for it is not moonlight at all,
but sunlight from the other side of the world
reflected to illuminate the night's dark stage and
light the way for its weary actors.

if it weren't for the sun, the man in the moon
might never be brave enough
to show his face.
no one's ever seen the rest of him.

and even then he grows tired,
shielding his eyes and dulling his reflection
periodically. sometimes he's had enough,
and the pantomime stops, actors pointing
to the sky as he tries to block out the sun.

most of the time he fails.
when he's not reflecting her rays,
they're reaching around him.
she always finds a way.

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a/n: sorry for not publishing in over a year. You know how it is. Not sure when the next one will come. C