The sun and the moon

I fell in love with the Sun.

Brightened my every-day,

Purveyed hope wherever she went,

Brought light to this switched-off soul.

Everything about her was intricate clockwork.

She did right by all, a daily therapy against the cold.

So down to earth, yet farther from reach.

We felt alive in her presence, warming our icy souls.

She fell in love with the Moon.

Felt like the only one who could truly see her,

The sole comprehender of her scars and hurt.

He fell in love with her past and present.

Her flaws and her triumphs.

She was the world to him, the light that brightened his existence.

Like mere mortals, terrified by love.

Terrified she, in time, would cease to see him.

Would shine too bright- he would get lost in her glow,

Abandoned alone in the cold of space, floating further from her grace.

It's a fear that took all it could, leaving a soul on a hook.

Now he too watches her grow,

Loving her in the dark.

She fell in love with the Moon

Fell in love with the truth that they knew.

It was bliss for the time, became darkness as the end drew.

Then she found comfort in another,

And now they travel on their different lanes-

Thus is the story of how the Moon lost the Sun.

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Lost frequency

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