Moon and Star belong together,
but both are nothing without Sun
When Moon and Star were parted, Moon cried a great deal. It seemed to her as though the night would never be brightened again. She had, for once and for all, lost her Shining Star.
Star’s shine diminished, although he didn’t want anybody to see. He grew silent, somber, and eventually chased Sun away. And without Sun, both Moon and Star lost their final shimmer of happiness.
Fire in the night sky
The sun was setting over the desert, colouring the sky a bright pink. The caravan moved slowly, tired after a long day in the hot sun.
Moon gazed into the distance, trying to look at the disappearing sun as long as she could. She missed her very own Sun, nearly as much as she missed her Star. Her heart still carried a jagged edge, which would never become a clean, even scar. They had simply loved each other too dearly to be so easily forgotten.
Star had been her lover, and Sun had been her brother. The three of them had been inseparable before fate struck. It had made Star tumble out of the sky and had made Moon hide behind the sun forever.
The caravan came to a halt when the sun disappeared. Torches were lit and tents put up. The torches wandered about the camp like little stars that had lost their way, until eventually all torches died out and the darkness moved in on quiet feet. Moon gazed up at the stars that she knew so well. She immediately sought out the star she’d always be longing for, the star who would guide her back towards the East. It became less clear every day.
Danger crept closer in the dark. Suddenly bright, fiery arrows ripped the night sky apart.
Star sat on the porch of the pavilion, his bare feet on the wet grass. He carefully touched the first snare, then the next. Moon’s song weaved itself underneath his fingers. The song spiralled, ducked, rose between the trees and finally reached up to the sky, where the moon was waiting.
Sun waded through the corn field. The corn nearly came up to chest height, blocking his way and sweeping at him when he pushed forward. Sun carefully parted the corn sticks, making a nigh invisible path.
It had been a very long time since he last came here.
And yet, nothing really seemed to have changed. The corn had been here before, just as he had made his way through it before. And there, at the edge of the field, was the Tree.
Sun greeted the Tree like an old friend. He put his hand on the stem to feel its rough bask. His gaze, however, went up to the branches overhead.
They were still there.
Two ribbons, waving in the evening air. White and blue.
Sun smiled. It really seemed as though nothing had changed.
If only nothing had.
Sun gently undid the red ribbon from his hair and tied it around the branch.
Three yet again.
but both are nothing without Sun
When Moon and Star were parted, Moon cried a great deal. It seemed to her as though the night would never be brightened again. She had, for once and for all, lost her Shining Star.
Star’s shine diminished, although he didn’t want anybody to see. He grew silent, somber, and eventually chased Sun away. And without Sun, both Moon and Star lost their final shimmer of happiness.
Fire in the night sky
The sun was setting over the desert, colouring the sky a bright pink. The caravan moved slowly, tired after a long day in the hot sun.
Moon gazed into the distance, trying to look at the disappearing sun as long as she could. She missed her very own Sun, nearly as much as she missed her Star. Her heart still carried a jagged edge, which would never become a clean, even scar. They had simply loved each other too dearly to be so easily forgotten.
Star had been her lover, and Sun had been her brother. The three of them had been inseparable before fate struck. It had made Star tumble out of the sky and had made Moon hide behind the sun forever.
The caravan came to a halt when the sun disappeared. Torches were lit and tents put up. The torches wandered about the camp like little stars that had lost their way, until eventually all torches died out and the darkness moved in on quiet feet. Moon gazed up at the stars that she knew so well. She immediately sought out the star she’d always be longing for, the star who would guide her back towards the East. It became less clear every day.
Danger crept closer in the dark. Suddenly bright, fiery arrows ripped the night sky apart.
Star sat on the porch of the pavilion, his bare feet on the wet grass. He carefully touched the first snare, then the next. Moon’s song weaved itself underneath his fingers. The song spiralled, ducked, rose between the trees and finally reached up to the sky, where the moon was waiting.
Sun waded through the corn field. The corn nearly came up to chest height, blocking his way and sweeping at him when he pushed forward. Sun carefully parted the corn sticks, making a nigh invisible path.
It had been a very long time since he last came here.
And yet, nothing really seemed to have changed. The corn had been here before, just as he had made his way through it before. And there, at the edge of the field, was the Tree.
Sun greeted the Tree like an old friend. He put his hand on the stem to feel its rough bask. His gaze, however, went up to the branches overhead.
They were still there.
Two ribbons, waving in the evening air. White and blue.
Sun smiled. It really seemed as though nothing had changed.
If only nothing had.
Sun gently undid the red ribbon from his hair and tied it around the branch.
Three yet again.
Wauw wat een fantastisch gedicht Leni!
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Jannick,