The ocean passes by, in gentle waves, calmly laying to rest under the setting sun. With each tide, another creature says goodnight. Dusk approaches,
and all is well.
The moon dips from under the sea, rising like a blazing beacon in the sky saying its own good morning to the thousands of stars that it calls comrades, its smile shining from city to sea.
And all is well.
The moon does its sovereign duty, its gaze bright and heart heavy as it watches the stillness of the night. It takes pride in its work, knowing it is the only light that some will ever know.
And all is well.
The stars flicker, slowly falling from the sky as a creamsicle shade of orange spreads across the horizon. The moon and the sun exchange smiles, old friends in passing, with only the time to say hello.
"From dusk" the moon murmurs.
"Till' dawn" the sun whispers.
They miss each other, but always only from a distance.
And all is well.
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Heartstrings and Other Things
PoesíaSnapping like the strings of violins, red dripping on my fingertips. The angels cry for the bleeding hearts, the sirens sing their songs of sorrow, both sobbing in their worlds, apart, what is whole today is gone tomorrow.
