In the beginning, the sky was vast and empty,
Sol blazed across the heavens,
Golden, fierce, untouchable.
Luna glided in silver calm,
Soft, distant, a quiet ruler of the night.
Day after day, they watched each other,
Burning with a longing neither could name.
โYou are too far,โ said Luna, her voice a whisper through the stars.
โAnd you shine too bright,โ Sol replied, his light trembling with desire.
But longing cannot be contained forever.
On rare days, when the world seemed to pause,
Sol reached across the horizon,
Luna glided toward him with a gentle pull.
Their edges touchedโ
A kiss of gold and silver,
A fleeting embrace that bent time itself.
Birds froze mid-flight, oceans held their breath,
Mountains shadowed in awe,
And for a heartbeat, day and night became one.
โThe world must not see,โ said Luna,
Her glow dimming, reluctant to part.
โI know,โ said Sol, burning brighter with love and sorrow.
โYet we are bound to chase, to follow, to long.โ
Then the world sighed,
And the moment shattered into shadow and light.
Sol withdrew, fierce and aching,
Luna drifted back, soft and sorrowful.
Still, they waited, always waiting,
For the next rare day when the world would pause again,
When the sun could stretch,
And the moon could reach,
And the eclipse would happen once moreโ
A stolen embrace in the endless sky,
A love that could never last, yet could never die.
