The Moon’s Blush


The Sun so loved the Moon.  Her luminous smile set his heart aflame.  His burning desire shone for all to see. But he yearned for the darkness.  The Moon lit the night, paving the way for his dreams.  The glow of her celestial presence would wash over him, cooling the flames.  There were times when she would blush a deep red.  As if she knew his thoughts.  This is when he loved her the most.  The Stars shared the night with the Moon, as the Sun never could.  The Sun looked on; his desperate heart aching.  He knew he would never be with the radiant beauty that he loved from afar. The Stars twinkled a “tisk, tisk”; for they had the wisdom of the heavens.  The Sun loved in vain.  He would wait for the night so that his dreams would carry him to his beloved.

Copyright 2019 Penny Wilson

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Picking Up the Pieces


 

Angels

Gather pieces

Carefully.

As the edges

tend to wound.

The sight of blood

no longer offends

the celestial beings.

Just another

Shard.

Uniting

The Pieces,

 Only the Divine

Have mastered.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson