This was just something that came to mind when I saw this beautiful picture of day and night meeting behind a tree. It was so inspiring that I couldn't not write anything. I realize this is short, but it just seems to fit. I eventually want to do artwork for this and if I ever get around to it, I'll post a link. As always, apologies for any mistakes, the only spell check I use is myself and Microsoft Word (which is surprisingly sloppy). Please enjoy.
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She was the sun: bright and vibrant and full of life. Her smile glowed, she warmed even the coldest souls- she was the sun. She was light and warmth and happiness. She was a mother to all; comforting, happy, and joyful, she extended her rays. But the sun cannot exist without a moon.
It brought her many tears, for the sun and moon can never touch.
He was the moon: cool and beautiful and reflective of the sun. He was untouchable, always out of reach high in the sky- he was the moon. He was calm and steady and like the phases of the moon, present even when he was not seen. He was a light in the darkest night, a promise the sun would appear once more. But the moon could never shine without the sun.
Many fruitless hours were spent watching the horizon for a glimpse of the beautiful son, for the sun and the moon can never touch.
Her skin was white as snow, hair black as night, eyes as blue as the ocean. Silver tears fell each dusk to spot the night sky and show her lover the way.
His hair was like moonlight, but his eyes glowed golden, brighter than the sun. He shed no tears, but instead withheld his presence every cycle.
They were opposites in every way; two parts of a whole, incomplete without the other half.
One day there would be a time where the sun would rise up and greet her lover with a kiss and the two would become one in the eyes of the world. On that day the sun and the moon would share the sky, silver clashing with gold, and darkness would reign. For that brief moment time would still and they would rest in each other's hold. But time would move again, ripping the lovers apart; the brief moment would be enough until the next moment they would once again share the sky.
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