If you were a melting moon, then I was a freezing sun.
Literal, polar opposites-- never meeting, never at the same place at the same time, never... Aware of each other.
Moving.. away, in a cycle. Constant.
You were always one step ahead of me. And I never seemed to catch up. Like the sun that chases the moon away when it is her turn to shine.
The sun is blinding, too happy for her own good, and many times irritable. But the moon, everyone loves the moon, because he is lovely in the dark, he shines down with his luminous silver light, pulling at the ocean currents.
But it is rare, for the moon to get the attention he deserves.
Like the moon, you my darling have always been beautiful.
And I noticed you.
I was gazing upon the night sky once upon an evening and immediately saw you, in all your silver glory. You were the man on the moon-- with all you heart-- love and passion was thrown down unto the Earth and I tried, I did. I tried to gather them all.
The portions I managed to salvage, I keep in jars.
There are times when the sun feels that she does not want to shine. She wishes that the world would stop depending on her. That anyone, any other star-- could take her place.
When the sun sets, she wanders back into her hiding place. Looks underneath her faults, and opens the jars.
She observes the pieces of her lover and she is happy again.
The moon, also wishes to die.
