(The moon’s pov)
I rise as you fall,
Only glimpse I catch— a golden ring,
You set the sky ablaze, a burning promise,
Painting the horizon in shades of you.
Is it a letter left for me?
A vow that someday, we will meet again?
Yet, I am the echo of light left behind.
I shine for you, hoping you’ll notice me.
Do you ever watch as I light up the sea,
or does your fire outshine me endlessly?
The stars murmur our names.
watching me rotate, watching you revolve.
Questioning our distance,
Yet if we did— if our worlds aligned,
Wouldn’t the cosmos tremble?
I long to meet you— I long for an eclipse.
glowing in the light I borrow.
Yearning for a touch,
I’ll only taste in shadow—
be it lunar, or solar.