i think the moon loves the sun.

though they could be enemies, i believe they are lovers, drenched in the tragedy that they will never cross paths.

simply a classic story told by shakespeare, but i might not be unscathed enough to believe in such magic.

the moon is cold, like a breath stolen in winter;

covered in craters made by the stars’ paper airplanes.

the sun is hot, like an embrace made from fire;

covered in boils shot from the earths war cannons.

yet they glimpse each other from afar.

so this is the story of the moon and his sun.

that even if their love was destined to be apart,

they never took for granted

crashing lips upon lips,

cherishing the moment

of their timeless eclipse.