THE BOY WHO STOLE THE MOON

She often sees him in the distance,

His raven dark hair blazing, ember eyes burning,

So close yet so far away.

How she craves to feel his gentle touch,

His eternal warmth and the calm of his heart,

To wrap him in a fiery embrace of flame and frost.

The space between them so infinite, tangible,

That sometimes she would dare wonder

What was all of it for?

However now and again the worlds would meet;

The night would melt into the day, the day into the night,

And the two lovers would collide into a striking eclipse as time stood still.

It would happen in the briefest of moments,

As the worlds watched and gaped in awe,

And even the stars stopped to listen.

His smile was as bright as comets,

And the instant he brought his lips to hers,

He felt a million ecstasies erupt at once.

How she tasted like stars,

The cosmos in her skin,

With the galaxies tangled in her hair,

And he wanted to take her everything,

The stardust on her cheeks,

The storms in her eyes...

Yet just like that, she was gone,

Himself slipping away from her arms;

Gravity and Time awake once more.

She often sees him in the distance,

His raven dark hair blazing, ember eyes burning,

So close yet so far away.

But she weaves the stars into pictures as she waits,

And as she gazes into the infinite world beyond,

The stars whisper his words,

And she knows that she will see him again.

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Well that was a weird, free-style poem. Never thought of publishing any poems here, but why not, huh? xD I hope you've enjoyed reading it! :D