Perhaps the Sun was in love with the Moon, knowing that they would never meet. And the Sun tried every night to climb into the black sky to meet its love. But the Sun knew that it was best if it stayed away from the Moon, for if the Sun shone, the Moon would never be seen. So the Sun stayed hidden at night. The Moon looked its best when the Sun's rays touched it from a distance.
Perhaps the Moon was in love with the Sun, knowing that they would never collide. And the Moon tried every day to climb into the blue sky to meet its love. But the Moon knew that it was better off without the Sun, for with the Sun in its way, the Moon would disappear from view. So the Moon stayed hidden during the day. The Sun looked its best when it operated alone.
The effulgent Sun and the refulgent Moon were each so different, but each loved as much as the other. The Sun irradiated the day while the Moon gave off a faint glimmer of light during the night. The Sun was a burst of light enough to illuminate the whole sky; the Moon just enough to break through darkness. They could not meet, but they would seldom reach for one another in the hope that their celestial bodies would somehow come into contact.
But on certain rare occasions, during a solar eclipse, the Sun and the Moon would line up. The Sun and the Moon would see each other again, and all of the stars would sigh in relief.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...