The Moon I Stole

One night,I was looking up at the sky.
And wondered what it would feel like.
If I held the moon in my hands.

So I smiled and reached out.
And the stars smiled back at me.
I held out both of my hands.

And with the stars, I made amends.
I felt it round and firm in my hands.
And I saw all the damage and cracks.

So I held it close and told it facts.
About the story of a sun and moon,distant lovers.
And above,the night sky hovers.

I kissed it on the forehead and said,well.
Darling,your glow is like an enchanting spell.
Soon,my hands faded and dematerialized.

And I took the space far behind the lovely moon.
As my sunrays enveloped me,and I took a new form.
You see,that night I wondered.

What would happen if I wandered into the deep,vast space?
Would the moon also hold me in his hands?
Oh,ever since I wondered how and why.

I could hold an ethereal piece of the sky.
And the way it tightly held me aswell.
The sun and moon hovered above their wishing well.

The one they put their hopes in.
Hopes to no longer be just distant lovers.
And to discover new secrets and powers.

Soon,the moon held me.
As an ethereal body of day.
Alongside the embodiment of night.

When she slept in fright.
He tells her, “”You will be alright!””.
When I held the precious moon in my hands.

It felt warm,firm.
And it felt safe in my hands.
Soon,in my arms.

And so,I protected it from anything that harms.
I put the parts bit by bit together like a puzzle.
And he did the same.

Now we know eachother’s name.
Sun and moon,and all evil retreated very soon.