the sun.
a fiery yellow goddess;
and the moon,
her fervent lover,
her devout worshiper.
the moon is a silvery mystery,
with his brooding manner.
he only shines
because the sun graces him
with some of her confidence.
he only shines
because the sun
completes him.
these two lovers,
separated by space.
they worship from afar.
and the royal goddess,
weeps heat
down to us,
her unlucky prisoners.
she pours out her tears of heat
unto the world,
engulfing us,
in her anger and sorrow.
but the moon,*
the queer, shy, moon.
the moon,
her fervent lover,
her devout worshiper.
the moon hides behind dark clouds,
and only comes out to peak at the
sad,
mediocre,
and stupid
lives
we mortals live.
he peaks in wonder,
he peaks in curiosity.
but all eyes fall on him when he steps out.
he is a silver mirage of beauty.
the moon, unlike his fiery lover,
is shy.
he goes into hiding again
once all eyes fall
on him.
sometimes,
the moon
goes out of character.
he gets jealous of earth.
earth,
who takes all of the suns attention.
earth,
who's life revolves around energetic sun.
so sometimes,
the moon,
steps in front of the earth,
and receives all of the beautiful suns glory.
even if just for a moment,
the lovers are reunited.
but,*
space pulls them apart.
as the sun continues to lash down
heat unto mortals.
as the moon, the brooding moon,
continues to hide behind the cloaking clouds,
unseen to the world.
yeah so i was looking outside and... this happened.