The Moon

The Moon does not chase The Sun,

It does not follow The Sun wherever it may go.

No, The Moon does not live in shadow,

Nor does it bask in the light of The Sun.

It does not follow and it does not chase,

The Moon carved their own path,

It centred itself and did not look back,

Not at the love that burnt but the love that bore life.

Earth. It’s soulmate.

It’s tides waving a welcome,

A painted sky like art to say good morning or goodnight.

Earth, who sent messengers and messages of love.

A planet who loved the moon so much that they circled each other.

One that loved The Moon regardless of their form and their presence,

Earth who worshipped The Moon regardless.

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