The Moon

I once loved someone

that made it feel like the universe aligned our paths

and they

were the sun.

Their fire raged

and ravaged me

and I, too,

lit the sky

but in time,

it withered.

It dimmed and it flickered

and I was helpless

to revive it,

for how could one save

such an inevitable

demise

A love made of

perfect lines and

even numbers

lucky guesses and

butterflies

Such things

would suggest

an immaculate

and eternal flame

though only to be

believed by fools

Do not go in search

for the one who

sets your heart ablaze

for a flame

will always wither

Nor should you look

for the one who

sparks at

your touch

Do not look

for the sun

but rather,

the Moon

The Moon

who will tug at

your currents

and wrap you

in waves

Their touch will not

burn

but rather,

sustain you

feeding your already

existing internal

heat

They will flood you

soothing you

of your burning ember

and cleansing

the ash from

your shores

They will quake your seas

lulling you softly

with their

gentle rifts

where the moments

become lost in

the waves

They are the light

in the sky

of a pair

of dark eyes

Gravitating

and revolving

joining one another

in an eternal

dance