Moon and sun

by kayscorah

The moon once said to me,

“In my light, you will always be beautiful.”

She was a slender crescent, loved by all the sparkling stars.

She was full, round and blue. She was orange.

She was everything, and she was beautiful, too.

 

And then the sun came up, and I forgot about the moon.

 

The sun said, “I will shine, but you must hide away in the shade.

He said, “Let me show you all the things that are more beautiful than you.

“Let my light make clear your flaws, your scars, your wrinkles and your weaknesses.”

 

His brightness burned my eyes, his heat my skin,

and when he saw that I was cold, he hid behind a cloud.

 

At last, the sun sliding below the horizon, I heard his harsh voice call,

“I am leaving. Without me you are invisible.”

 

Then at my back, I heard the moon’s fierce whisper,

“No. Be gone, sun. Without you, she is invincible.”

 

Kay Scorah August 2018

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