A rare occurrence, the sun and the moon got a little time together today. However, the moon is fading away at a steady rate while the sun is glowing with power, or maybe it is sorrow.
As she says goodbye, leaving behind nothing but a wisp of a cherished memory in the azure sky, the sun sobs, its tears, the rays, falling down upon us. They hope to meet again someday, when they're slightly older and find a way to evade past their strict schedules—day and night, dawn and dusk, from light to dark, and from dark to light.
I'm thinking, as I look around the light that surrounds me, a favour from the sun, that maybe sometimes tears aren't so bad after all. Maybe it's the universe's way of showing us the light or in this case, making us show it to someone else.
It's been several hours since she departed. It's unbelievable how radiant the sun is now. It seems like he is genuinely happy, as if he has finally moved on. Or is it all just a facade for the clouds that have come to visit? Or it his way of pushing the memories far away? Shine so bright that they can't come close.
But even if the glaring rays are a result of his joy, what will he feel when he has to leave, knowing that in a few moments, the moon will appear in the same spot? What sort of chaos will take over his mind when he would feel her presence nearby, but unable to steal a single glance? Maybe one, if he's fortunate.
However much perpetual his 'happiness' may seem in the day, it all comes crumbling down when the sky darkens. They may be eternal, but their happiness forever ephemeral.
They are separated by only a few minutes on the clock.