We think we are the sun and the moon,
Stardust, we are anything but that.
The sun shines in her time, gives way for the moon and in turn the two have never failed the galaxy.
One too hot, the other too bright
One we branded yellow, the other white, yet they give each other time to reign, the moon goes to sleep when the sun rises, sometimes she lingers in the background…slowly drifting away.
Stardust, we think we are the sun and the moon, but it feels like I have been waiting for my time to shine longer than you have.
Why is it that my soul clings to you even when you are miles away?
Why is it that you seek me when I am out of reach? Is this love? Is this companionship or is this madness?
I don’t know anymore Stardust, what I do know is that I won’t stop waiting.