Good morning,
The sun says.
Goodnight,
The moon replies.
Do you have to go?
It's still just night,
The sun says,
Pleading with the moon
For her to stay.
No,
I must go.
My time is done for the night,
Now it is yours,
The moon replies,
Stone-faced,
Unfazed.
But must you?
Must you leave?
The children have not woken up,
It is not yet time for work.
Can't you stay?
Just a little longer?
No,
Says the moon,
Unapologetically,
Truthfully,
Bold just like the beautiful surface
Of her existence.
The sun nodded dimly,
For he knows that no means no,
And even so,
This could never be.
The sun loves the moon,
And the moon loves the sun.
But the world doesn't love their closeness,
And thus they were created to dominate
The night
And the day.
The sun was created to bring light,
To bring wakefulness,
To bring happiness to the day.
The moon was created to bring darkness,
To bring sleepiness,
To bring contempt to the night.
It does not matter what the sun thinks.
It does not matter what the moon thinks.
For they're only existence,
Is for the people of the Earth.
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...
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