The Sorrow of the Skies
The Sorrow of the Skies
The sun and the moon were once great lovers
In ancient days gone by.
The clouds formed from their sorrow, and the rain, when they would cry.
For this pitiable couple were cruelly cursed to be apart, alas,
To share the same vast blue home forever, but only distantly could pass.
The sun on the side of the bright days,
The moon on the dark night's side …and when one was fully visible, the other had to hide.
Who cursed this pair, so sweetly in love, to be near but always too far?
The jealous, mischievous Little lights, the bitter, hateful stars.
So when sadly we are witnesses when true love sometimes goes truly bad,
We say the lovers are “star-crossed”, for the stars crossed out the love they had.
Copyright © Crystol Woods | Year Posted 2024
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