The sun was his guardian.
It hid within him,
illuminating his mysticism.
The brightest light on the
darkest days.
Clouds never fell across his
ocean blue sky.
Remnants of radiance
hidden
in every crevice
of his skin covered
canvas.
Bright eyes,
luminous smile,
a halo of glistening hair.
He could light any room,
with a measly grin.
Until the night
the sun fell from the sky.
She was darkness dancing
with the stars.
Careless and drunken
her lips met another's.
Supernovas lit the sky and
burnt the sun to ashes.
Darkness commenced,
dragging ashes of wrath
across an unsuspecting earth.
Shadows dance under tired eyes.
Where did your light go?
Keep your head in the sky.
One day you'll be fine.
If she is the moon and you are the sun.
You don't need her to shine.
