[2] SUM OF THE SUN AND STARS

i have never been an astronomical one,

but when one sees their tragic story-

one of destruction and fire-

begin showcased across the heavens,

(everyday)

they tend to lose their sanity

over it.

it can't be a coincidence-

i sit wrapped up in the covers and cold layers of the night

as the dark slowly marches into light

and the sun greets the moon, magnificent and bright-

i almost image her dressed up in vintage scarves and dresses, eye lined with impeccable makeup.

through the dirty window, framed with old yellow curtains;

i watch the sun deceive the moon

with her pretty light.

and i shall pity the moon as i watch

because he doesn't know that

playing with fire never ends right.

i shall sit and watch as

the sun achieves glory once again

while the moon,

he sits alone with many fearing his dark throne

and yearning for her bright light.

i could have warned the moon and hugged his white chest,

i could have stroked his fair hair and told him it's for the best.

i would be lying.

i would recall my story-

of a boy who was outshone by the fiery girl

he was so sure he loved;

until she left him as nothing but a pile of ashes,

his own modern pompeii.

but i now i sit dejectedly,

as dawn peeps into the room and butters

everything up with a dull yellow.

soon lady sunlight will get tired. she will call for him

and the moon will stumble and come.

he will reclaim his throne for those few hours.

he will be enchanted by her beauty

(as is everyone on earth)

and she will break his heart

and make him leave in shame.

(but he will come crawling back)

mothers will hold their children to their chests

as they cry, "don't worry! the horrible night will be over soon."

now that i think of it, he is invisible without her.

her light is what makes him shine

even though it's for a little while.

she was worth the sum of the sun and moon for me

so i wonder what place the sun hold in the moon's heart.

in the haze of a drunken hour, i can see myself plastered in the night sky

and her, too bright to look at, barely getting tired.

the universe is fucked up and it knows that.

-SUM OF THE SUN AND STARS

(the poet wrote this because she's fascinated with the way the moon willingly dies every night for the sun.)