Lumière

He was the sun,

Too adept with this world he called his own.

 

Unknowing, oblivious to all that he was,

Blinded by his afterglow.

He basked in the light,

Only ever fading in his own shadow.

 

The moonlight came as respite,

Night after night,

With no atmosphere surrounding her,

She was free.

 

A dream, never to be caught;

A face he couldn’t draw,

A name she couldn’t say.

So close, yet far enough to stay just out of reach.

She longed for him to find a way

 

They played hide and seek, day and night,

Revolving and rotating around a world they barely knew,

Giving everything to it,

Taking nothing in return.

 

He owned the morning,

She belonged to the night.

 

Maybe dawn could be their time.

 

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