They say that love is patient.
I suppose this is true, as demonstrated
by the Moon's love
for the Sky.
Have you ever watched her closely,
the Sky?
Watched the way
she colors
as the Sun kisses her goodnight?
I imagine sunsets like intense goodbyes,
like the height of the Sky's passion
with her radiant lover,
the Sun
and as the Sun leaves her,
she lapses into the deepest darkness
grieving
for the Sun has left her alone once more.
The night is her sadness, her emptiness, and the Sky
falls
into darkness.
But before she hits the ground,
one who adores her entirely
glides in
to catch her
in his arms- and this lover
is the Moon.
And the Moon illuminates her cheeks with a quiet light
so she
is not consumed
by the darkness,
and he holds her sweetly
through the night,
telling her stories among the stars
until she falls asleep,
and he stays with her throughout the darkest hours of the night.
But then, the Sun decides he misses the Sky
so he returns.
And she awakens to his light,
leaving the Moon forgotten,
and the Sky and the Sun
perform their celestial dance
all day long,
but the Moon just waits.
For he knows the Sun will leave her to her misery again,
and he knows

he knows
that love is patient.