Cigarette Daydream

The Goddess of the Sun

The sun rose ever so slowly above the clouds, above the peaking horizon and oceans, shining over every living and non living thing in its path, lighting up the dark. The darkness ran away, retreating into the shadows where the light could not touch, where the goddess of the sun could not reach.

But the goddess of the sun touch the awaiting skin of each soul that laid awake next to their loves, next to their other half to their entire being. She touched the lips of those who begged for another kiss of her gracious, so precious, kindness; her never ending love.

For the sun loved all of those she provides for, forgiving those whom have done wrong, all of those to beg for redemption and for those who haven't yet, or never will. Her love was for all, and sharing she must.

But there was one just outside her kingdom of light she couldn't ignor, he was the moon. And he loved her light, her warmth. He couldn't help but chase after her love. And yet, as much as he loved her, they were never meant to be, for she loved others too much to be selfish enough to give him the passion he so desperately desired, so he would continue to chase her, never able to touch her, to hold her. Forever in love, forever apart.

But he would never give up. But his saddness was known to her kingdom, wolves, lovers for life, felt his grief. Always howling to him to stop his tears, and then the day came when he finally caught up to her, but it was not to be, for she was furious at his attempt. Stealing her precious light from her beloved subjects. Demanding he leave her, he left, but he would never give up. Now armed with the knowledge of the feeling of her love, he would never stop, and was cursed to chase her until the end of his days.

The Goddess dimmed, and her love became harsh, conditional. How could I have fallen for the darkness? How could I have fallen for the one I could not touch? Oh, he must know of my dispair, my futile attempts to shine far beyond my limits. He must understand, should he not, then I can no more give to others in which I can not give to him.

The story of the sun and the moon, forever in search, in grievance, in night and day.