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I. Sun.
She is his sun.
Radiant.
Warm.
Golden.
There are days he wakes up and she feels far away and the
skies are gray and he thinks he won’t be able to go on.
Until
She rotates back into his life
Slots back into place
Caresses him with the warm rays of her smile
And his skies become blue.
There are clouds she cannot drown out
But she is still enough,
He knows.
He read once,
you can still get a sunburn
on an overcast day.
So surely he can still be buffered by her light
When the world is at its darkest.
II. Moon.
She thinks a lot about how the moon is on a 28 day cycle
around the earth.
It’s not so much that she never thought about it before,
because there’s all kinds of imagery that has been used in
all kinds of literature and English classes about how the
moon is a feminine symbol, though she’s also heard that it
symbolizes evil.
When she sees him under the light of the full moon,
beautiful, vibrant, with sharp teeth, she can’t reconcile the
idea of evil with who she sees. Scott is kind and strong and
more wonderful than any shifting tides, any dark forests,
anything at all.
When she sees him under the light of the full moon, she
feels the same shock of electricity running through her
veins that she feels when she turns the lights on without
touching a switch, when she spars with her mother, when
she drives down an empty highway in the middle of the day,
favorite song blasting.
When she sees him under the light of the full moon, she
thinks about the cycle, how she has to wait 28 days before
seeing him like this again.
(Yet she finds him just as breath-taking when she sees him
under the light of the gibbous, half, crescent, new moon.)
III. Stars.
What does it mean to be star-crossed?
Not favored, ill-fated, doomed.
And maybe they are star-crossed, he thinks, when she
leaves.
Maybe they are, she thinks, as the years pass and they are
alone.
What does it mean to be written in the stars?
Destiny, luck, meant to be.
Not that it should be easy, or quick.
Stars are patient, but ever present.
What does it mean, when they meet again, years later?
The sun shines. The moon glows. The stars—
Sing.
They exhale as one,
And greet each other
As friends, lovers, soul mates.