Thoughts.

The Sun and the Moon

Far away from each other,
The space between them was farther.
The sun hoped the moon could go further,
So they could life happily ever after.

The sun was full of bright,
Compared to the moon that was made of fright.
All they do in this space is flight,
Nothing more but they hoped it was right.

He loved her until his last
Fret not, his heart does not rust.
He'll keep on shining until he rot,
But all she thinks of his love was aught.

She felt the warmth from the sun,
Though there are times she wants to run.
He could say she had a lot of fun,
If only he was her only man.

Separated by distance,
Makes you think it's good riddance.
Of course sometimes they fail,
But only he is her assurance.

The moon is beautiful
When seen through the mist,
The heavens shrink when
She dance in the wind.

Her voice, oh that sound oh so precious!
Like a maiden whose voice was mellifluous.
The scene was so mesmerizing it was unseparatable,
And the beauty contained within was ineffable.

The sun watched the moon with influence,
It made him gain a special kind of limerence.
That second he hoped there would be no kind of interference,
Because it made him feel a kind of hiraeth.

He knew this love was kind of illicit,
And his nights were becoming like a somnambulist.
He looked at her and cleched his fist,
He told her: "I would soon be on the top of your list."

He left and it created a chain of serendipity,
What he wished was to get ridden of stupidity.
The night he created poems were ethereal,
And the light in his mind glowed like luminiscent.

He kept himself hidden with soltitude,
But no matter what he was always found by the multitude.
He gritted his teeth and shouted in fortitude,
"Where are you now my love who glowed like incandescence?"

He looked at the people around him with wonder,
And that very moment what he experienced sonder.
The pained expressions in their eyes were like scenery,
They lasted long but in truth only ephemerality.