The sun smiled at the moon,
The moon winked at the sun
It seems that their love story had quickly begun.
Captured by the night, a slave to the day,
When the one would go, the other would stay.
A bittersweet love struck by a minute in the sky
Leaving pain and mourning and a pocketful of sighs.
The sun, with tears in her eyes and a glimmer of hope
The moon brought her a silver lining to help her cope
He wrapped her tight and with his comfort of sound
He whispered to her words he’d finally found
“Your paper heart is safe with me. Sunshine, hello.
Walking on stars and clouds, away we’ll go”.
Now the sky is neither black or blue, dark nor light
Just an eclipse of colour that shows the lover’s plight.