Love Fades With the Light
Before the Earth had its light, The Moon and The Earth danced all night
Before the first rise of the first day, there were the before days. The time when things were put in place, and there was more darkness than what came after. Because you had to have something to fill the endless empty, and the darkness seemed to have got there first.
It was time for a featureless planet known as ‘Earth’ to be given its first light, and all those gathered on a nearby rock in a luxuriant hotel called ‘The Interim.’
Time meant nothing there. That they served ‘All day Breakfast’ seemed to be just in spite of that fact.
Let us go to the dimly lit hotel bar to see what was occurring.
By the fire, holding drinks and having conversations, were stars and other gasses, planets and deities among others all in a form you would think to be human, but was from more ancient of days.
“What do you mean, you're called The Moon?”
“It’s just my name.”
“Well, It’s fairly arrogant isn't it?” said Jaxus 5. “There are many Moons. I have 12.”
“I like it,” said someone who parted the crowd.
“And who are you?”
“The Sun.”
“Typical,” snorted Jaxus 5.
And that’s the first time The Moon and The Sun met each other. They glowed.
“What’s a beautiful thing like you spending time with a rock like me?” The Moon asked The Sun as they danced to sweet jazz in the ballroom. The Moon was wearing his black as space jacket and The Sun her beige dress that was perfect to catch the glimmers of light that glinted from the candelabra.
“What do you mean?” The Sun smiled coyly, twisting strands of her golden ray hair around her finger.
“Well, I’m bulky, pale, craterous and bald.”
“All those things are beautiful to me.”
If The Moon could blush, then it would have at that moment. Instead, he shone.
The Moon waited for The Sun. She had told him to stand on the place on the hill, between the hotel and the empty.
Time was indeed endless at the hotel and the rock it was on, but it seemed like they had been together for eternities. Endless but measured, one of the many paradoxes that liked to flirt with the impossible reality.
They were going to watch stars being born.
At the same time, all the stars, planets, comets, elemental deities, certain noxious space-bound gasses and more were standing in the hotel lobby for the announcement of who the light for Earth would be.
“And the winner is,” the announcement said over the tannoy, “The Moon!”
Applause and cheers. But The Moon did not appear.
“The runner up will have to take their place due to their rude absence, stand up here, The Sun!”
The Moon stood on that place he had waited for supposed infinities, seemingly so long ago.
“You know what she has put you through, others would be angry,” said the quiet man in the robes by him, with a voice of softness.
“Do you think she ever loved me?”
Silence. It burnt as cold as the dark eternal night they were in.
“Maybe I am. Hurt.” The Moon continued, unblinking, “but the love stays strong. In me, it burns through my bones. But it is a cold blue flame now,” said The Moon.
“I think you need to stay close to The Sun.”
The Moon blinked.“Why?”
“Because yes, The Sun burns beautiful. But one day they will burn too strong. And woe to all those beneath it.”
The Moon frowned.
“There needs to be someone who will make sure that won’t happen. Someone who now knows The Sun. Someone made cold enough by The Sun to withstand their heat, but loving enough to not destroy them should something happen.”
The Moon nodded. “Who are…?” but they had already gone.
Now, every morning when you see a sunrise, know what tricks she played. But do not be bitter. For the moon is not bitter. He just observes, in those moments when the day is bright enough for the moon to break through. And he makes sure to guard her when she is sleeping. For her sake, and for yours.
Just remember, every day for The Moon, when The Sun rises; love fades with the light.
