• The sun is sleeping quietly, once upon a century…


    The dark blonde locks of the girl blew in the steady breeze as she gazed into the distance, over the glistening waters of the sea. It had been years since he had gone, and her once-bright face now held great darkness, her cobalt eyes clouded by sorrow. Her sun had set many centuries ago, on the day she had lost him. The day he had vanished from her life for what she now knew would be forever.

    Wistful oceans calm and red, ardent caresses laid to rest…


    “I’ll only be gone for the summer, my darling,” he had said, silver hair falling into his black eyes and accentuating his pale skin perfectly. He brushed his thin fingers over her bright face, not caring that touching her burned his skin. After all, she was the sun. His opposite, yet his only love. He would rather have her burn him a million times than be without her for more than a moment. Yet he had to go, and he knew it. The dawn was approaching, and the day would last for the months ahead. One last touch of his lips to hers, and he dropped from the cliff and into the horizon, black wings expanding to soften his fall into the red water below.

    For my dreams I hold my life, for wishes I behold my nights…


    Closing the shadowed lids of her eyes, she thought once more to the happier days she had had with him. They had met on the night of the new moon, nearly a millenia ago, when she had gone down from the horizon and into the Depths of Night. He had not yet risen, and would not rise that evening, though he had nearly forgotten and was there when she had unexpectedly tripped when descending. He had caught her, but had pulled away quickly when a flare nearly set his black clothes on fire. He quirked an eyebrow at her, brushing himself off. She smiled softly.

    “I beg your pardon, sir,” she whispered, unsure why her usual loud and brash self had given way to a meek persona.

    “It is of no concern,” he had responded, a small rising of his lips the only indication that he was smiling as well.

    From that day onward, he had always been there to help her up when she fell. Until the day he went away. The day he had abandoned her.

    But she had always wished for his return, wished upon the stars of the otherwise blank evening sky.

    A truth at the end of time, losing faith makes a crime…


    It’s better this way, for me to be away from her. I’ve never been the right one for her; we’re far too different. What would the sun, bright in all her ways, want with the pale moon? I, who am her rival in the skies, who had never respected her before we met, am not worthy of her.

    He walked through the evening air, very near the cliff she stood upon, unknowing of her presence. He had seen the world in a much different way after his disappearance, lit only by stars such as her. He knew that she would have chosen one of them over himself any day, despite her words that she loved only him. How could anyone love shadow over light? How indeed…

    I wish for this nighttime to last for a lifetime, the darkness around me, shores of a solar sea…


    In her dreams, it was dark. The night surrounded her like a cloak on the banks of the Omnimodus River. And he was there, beside her once again. His soft hand caressed her cheek and stroked her thick hair as she leaned into his freezing body. She ran her fingertips lightly over his woolen shirt, the material scratchy and coarse as his personality. But it was this she had always loved best about him.

    I wish I would never have to wake again from this dream…

    Oh how I wish to go down with the sun, sleeping, weeping, with you…


    Altering his course, the Moon went back to the cliff they had separated. Sentimentality was once again gaining the best of him, and he wished to return to the place, if only just to torture himself with the memories of her. He wished he could be with her forever, that their destiny to never be together could be overturned. But it would never be. He was the Moon, and she was the Sun. They could never come to be one.

    Sorrow has a human heart, from my God it will depart…


    Like all good dreams, hers came to its conclusion before she could fully come to enjoy it. It was the way of the world, of the mind, to keep its master from living forever inside of it, never venturing out again. Her eyes opened and the tears fell freely from them as she knew that once again she was alone. He had not returned while she slept. He never did.

    I’d sail before a thousand moons, never finding where to go…


    He walked to the sheer cliff face above him and stared up. He could swear he heard soft cries from above him, but he put it from his mind, not wanting to think of who may be causing them. It had been nearly three hundred years since they had parted, and he had lied to her the last he had seen her. He had made a false promise that he would return at the end of the summer. She would not be up there. She would have moved on by now.

    Wouldn’t she?

    It couldn’t hurt to check.

    Unfurling his midnight wings, he ascended the slate rock ahead of him, unknowing of what he would find at his destination.

    222 days of light will be desired by a night…


    Curled into herself, the Sun did not notice the newfound shadow before her until she felt herself gathered into arms. Arms encased in black wool…just like he had always worn.

    “Tears do not suit you, my darling,” his voice said, before lips she had not felt upon hers in centuries gently grazed her own.

    “You’ve returned to me. I knew I was right to never give up hope,” she whispered into his ear as they embraced for the first time in waking mind since his departure.

    A moment for the poet’s play, until there’s nothing left to say.