When the sun fought the moon

"I see her again. She is fighting her way home in the storm, her delicate pale hands protecting her face from the white sand. She is too far away to catch sight of me. I let my lone figure fade into the pitch sky. I think of her full smile, her white teeth shining in the black of her mouth, her eyes becoming nothing but a thin line, her crimson Heart shimmering through the white fabric of her clothes.
We must not aspire to the sun. But to me, she is even more radiant than the solitary orb up in the sky. She is my sun."