The Tale of the Moon


In dry, frosty solitude,
Whispered tales of great love..
My love, the Sun,
We’re poles apart,
Yet bound by the extremes of our love.
He showers me with light and faith,
While fairies dance among the stars,
Our silent neighbors in this celestial fairytale,
A crime of passion, romantic and pure.
Take me to the Moon,
Where dreams are woven with stardust,
— Sun.
Summary
A moon, longing for its love, the sun, seeks a celestial reunion.
This has to be one of the most prettiest poems