I remember when we realised That you were the sun And I was the moon.

It was laid out in writing…

And the sun and the moon met after dusk.

The sun warmed the moon and The moon beamed a brilliant smile And the sun’s rays were gleaming.

The sun and moon met many times And their rays of light intertwined… Shining in happy smiles.

The sun would kiss the moon goodnight Then rapidly disappear… And the moon would feel sad.

Sometimes the sun would pop up And the moon would be radiant… Shining its light with excitement.

But eventually…

The sun’s rays dimmed and disappeared And the moon cried, so many tears.

The moon waited and waited For the sun to shine once more… But it had gone.

The moon waited so long For the sun to return And imagined all sorts of things.

The moon stopped smiling And it’s beams were very dim.

A little voice said… “Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?” And the moon began to think.

Where was the sun? Where were its rays? It was nowhere to be seen.

The moon dreamed of the sun In a far off land And the sun was shining quietly.

The moon missed the sun so much And would think of the sun being lonely…

So after dusk, the moon closed its eyes And dreamt of being sunkissed…

And the moon quietly smiled And shined brightly once more.

©️Phoebe Carter. 01/05/2024