The Sun was fire, the kind of fire that destroys everything it touches. The Moon was romance, silent, beautiful, and too ethereal for this world. They had searched for each other forever, crossing empty skies and endless nights, waiting for a miracle that almost never came.
And when the eclipse was born, for a fleeting moment, they found each other. The Moon embraced the warmth she had missed for so long. The Sun no longer felt alone.
But eclipses do not last.
The sky pulled them apart once again, as if love were an ancient sin. So the Sun returned to burning in solitude, while the Moon drifted back into her cold nights, carrying memories no one else could see.
Years passed. Centuries passed. Entire lifetimes passed.
Yet they kept waiting.
Because some loves are not meant to stay, but to appear like an eclipse: beautiful, dark, impossible... and far too brief to ever be forgotten.
'In the end, the Sun and the Moon didn't learn to stop loving each other; they learned to wait for the next eclipse.'
@newgirldark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem