I am in love with the Man in the Moon

his benign smile

his soothing presence

his soft demeanor

I reach out to him

and his somber eyes reveal his wish

to extend his hand and bring me to

Paradise.

the Sun, the envious Sun

he wrenches is apart

a love so pure he cannot cope

the Sun is piercing,

glaring,

frustrated for I cannot bear to meet his gaze

I am imprisoned.

everyday is routine

on those halcyon nights the moon and I love wistfully from afar

until the sun rises from the darkness

flinging the Man in the Moon from sight

I hide as the Sun continues to purse my heart

begging for me to look him straight

when the Moon comes once again I run to him

embracing the tender glow from his melancholy love

and stare from my window perch until my eyes close

he does not sleep though, keeping watch

many times he and I talk ‘til the boisterous Sun rises

I am in love with the man in the moon

but the Sun will never let us be.