Oct 2014
Once
The sun was beautiful. She moved with the sky and never ceased to shine,
But
She soon became ill. Tired of herself.
The moon watched her every night, grow to dim more and more.
The moon whispered to her each night "Why so beautiful but so sad? WHy have you stopped shining my favorite star?
The sun dimmer and cracked her once melodic voice now in comparison of sand paper, yet fragile as a leaf in Fall.
"I've simply forgotten the beauty of myself."
Each night the moon would cry. his tears making the most beautiful stars.
He would tell the sun his tears reminded him of her exquisite beauty. She would only sigh and remain dim, for she could not see his love if she did not love herself.
The pain and torture of inner hate did what all pain does.
It began to **** the once beautiful sun.
The moon would call to her still, and show her his stars but she could no longer look
For they outshone her each and every night
So she hid
And she cried
And she weakened
The sky screamed for her, cracking the grounds,
Crashing the waves
Moaning in the loss of their sun
And when she died the earth went still
The sky made no sound, created no catastrophe
But the moon
The moon screamed earthquakes that split the world in two
Howled Winds that confused nature of its purpose
Cried oceans that grew deeper the more his sorrow filled them
When we came to the moon and asked
Why he cried oceans and screamed earthquakes
He sat
In molded Silence
And stared where she once rose each dawn
He claimed she was once beautiful in a sorrowful timeless voice.
Who?
His love.
He told us of her glimmering smile that awoke the world gently each dawn
He told of her shining hair that reached the very farthest and darkest parts of the earth and welcomed what it touched with warmth and love
He told us how she would dance across the sky as though it was her partner
And then
He told of her in a different way
Where she no longer glimmered and shined
Her scent no longer of summer, but of a sick winters child
Her hair, pale and dead
Her skin ashen as though a blow of the wind and she would disappear like dust
She no longer danced, but hid, sauntered, concealed her beauty from even herself
He told us why the stars were so vast, that each night he cried and mourned her and his tears made the most beautiful stars
He bestowed millions to her each night, telling her their beauty was in no comparison to hers
But she would only sigh and turn away
When he ended his tell tale of broken love
We had become stone in his garden of aching hearts
And again he turned his back to us and moaned to the universe that made each planet, star, galaxy, bow its head in sorrow for his lost love
He begged, pleaded, for her
He begged into eternity, with only silence to greet his presence
And when every star, galaxy, and planet had died he remained
Calling for her
Wishing to see her dance through his no longer existent sky
When he finally gave in he fell from the universe into oblivion
A stone moon that died with an aching heart.
The sun was beautiful. She moved with the sky and never ceased to shine,
But
She soon became ill. Tired of herself.
The moon watched her every night, grow to dim more and more.
The moon whispered to her each night "Why so beautiful but so sad? WHy have you stopped shining my favorite star?
The sun dimmer and cracked her once melodic voice now in comparison of sand paper, yet fragile as a leaf in Fall.
"I've simply forgotten the beauty of myself."
Each night the moon would cry. his tears making the most beautiful stars.
He would tell the sun his tears reminded him of her exquisite beauty. She would only sigh and remain dim, for she could not see his love if she did not love herself.
The pain and torture of inner hate did what all pain does.
It began to **** the once beautiful sun.
The moon would call to her still, and show her his stars but she could no longer look
For they outshone her each and every night
So she hid
And she cried
And she weakened
The sky screamed for her, cracking the grounds,
Crashing the waves
Moaning in the loss of their sun
And when she died the earth went still
The sky made no sound, created no catastrophe
But the moon
The moon screamed earthquakes that split the world in two
Howled Winds that confused nature of its purpose
Cried oceans that grew deeper the more his sorrow filled them
When we came to the moon and asked
Why he cried oceans and screamed earthquakes
He sat
In molded Silence
And stared where she once rose each dawn
He claimed she was once beautiful in a sorrowful timeless voice.
Who?
His love.
He told us of her glimmering smile that awoke the world gently each dawn
He told of her shining hair that reached the very farthest and darkest parts of the earth and welcomed what it touched with warmth and love
He told us how she would dance across the sky as though it was her partner
And then
He told of her in a different way
Where she no longer glimmered and shined
Her scent no longer of summer, but of a sick winters child
Her hair, pale and dead
Her skin ashen as though a blow of the wind and she would disappear like dust
She no longer danced, but hid, sauntered, concealed her beauty from even herself
He told us why the stars were so vast, that each night he cried and mourned her and his tears made the most beautiful stars
He bestowed millions to her each night, telling her their beauty was in no comparison to hers
But she would only sigh and turn away
When he ended his tell tale of broken love
We had become stone in his garden of aching hearts
And again he turned his back to us and moaned to the universe that made each planet, star, galaxy, bow its head in sorrow for his lost love
He begged, pleaded, for her
He begged into eternity, with only silence to greet his presence
And when every star, galaxy, and planet had died he remained
Calling for her
Wishing to see her dance through his no longer existent sky
When he finally gave in he fell from the universe into oblivion
A stone moon that died with an aching heart.
