The moon longed for the touch of the sun.
He would stretch his time across the sky
Hoping to feel the touch of her golden warmth
Greeted only by the glimpses of her light.
The sun loved the moon and this shook her core.
His cool light threatened to extinguish her bright flame
Despite her worry, she held onto the day - hoping to see him steal a glance.
Centuries passed - this dance continued with stolen glances
Eclipses and shadows toyed with their love
It was never enough
The moon’s love for the sun blinded him
A star so bright overpowering my own humble glow.
I’ve stood beside him since the creation of the heavens
Guiding sailors and dreams -
Partnering with the moon's pull of the tide but never in his sight.
I blame the sun - damn her fire, damn her beauty.
I envy her - I so desperately want to be brighter, warmer, closer.
Knowing that my wishes and dreams will never make me who I am not.
The moon will always want what he cannot have, cannot touch.
And I will always want to be the object of his desires.
Alas, these are dreams of the foolish - driven by selfish longing.
The men of earth will continue their ballads about the sun and moon
And they will write about my guidance and fortune
Their stories will never contain a love of the night sky
I will never hear the song of a love reciprocated
The moon loved the sun.
Ignoring the stars in his night sky.
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