The Tears of the Moon

In the primal age when stars were young,

And cosmic laws yet to be sung,

There existed a bond, profound and rare,

Between the Earth below and Moon in air.

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The Earth, with landscapes lush and mountains grand,

Found solace in the Moon's eternal stand,

And Moon, so lonely in the cosmic night,

Embraced the Earth with a silver light.

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They were their own, a distant pair,

Yet in their longing lay a purity - rare,

A pull, a call, a dance of gravity,

A love not bound by mere depravity.

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No words were needed, no songs, no embrace,

In silence, they communed: face unto face.

The Earth would heave her tides in Moon's soft glow,

A secret love in ebb and gentle flow.

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The creatures felt it: men and women too,

This pull of Moon when evening's sky was blue.

A subtle touch, a whisper in the night,

A call to dream under the waxen light.

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A love was this, not passionate or wild,

But something deeper: a cosmic child.

A dance they made, as the sands dipped below,

Through time, they thought would bring no foe.

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Yet, in the brightness of the day's harsh light,

A conflict brewed, a jealousy in sight.

The Sun observed, resentful of their dance,

A challenge born, a threat to their chance.

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In golden splendor, the Sun held his reign,

His rays the masters of the daytime plain,

Yet deep within, a discontent did stir,

A longing glance, a thought of love deferred.

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He viewed the planets' celestial waltz,

Their quiet love, their unspoken gestalt,

And yearning grew within his molten core,

A feeling foreign, not felt before.

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"Why should they dance?" he asked the brightened sky,

"Why should their love my brilliance defy?

I'll not be dimmed, I'll not be second place,

I'll separate their dance, their tender grace."

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His rays he summoned, fierce and full of might,

His longing turned turned to fiery rite.

He called upon the cosmic winds and storms,

To break the bond, desire forlorn.

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The Moon was cast away, a force untold,

Her silver light dimmed, her warmth grew cold,

The Earth cried out, her mountains quaked in dread,

Her love was far, her dear Moon's shine had fled.

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As the chasm grew, so grew their ache,

A love once close, now distant in its wake.

The Moon, she wept, her tears a mournful hue,

A love disrupted, a love lost in blue.

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The Earth, she trembled, longing for her kin,

Her tides awry, her core in cold spin,.

A silence fell upon the night's embrace,

A love once danced, now lost in time and space.

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A somber silence fell upon the sphere,

A dance once lively, now a cold veneer,.

The Moon in distance, locked in tearful trance,

The Earth bereft of her celestial dance.

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The Moon's lament, a sorrow without end,

Her tears they fell, a message to descend,

A cascade of sorrow, each a flowing note,

A melody of love, in void afloat.

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The Earth felt each, a pang within her core,

A molten ache, a wound forevermore.

A lesson left from the Sun's envious deed,

A searing mark, a love's eternal need.

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These tears became the oceans, deep and vast,

A brined testament to a love's contrast.

A monument to longing and thought of despair,

But a thread weaved through cycles and shares.

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In this loss, a subtle grace was found,

A connection lingered, a love unbound,

The Earth still moved her tides to Moon's soft glow,

A dance now hidden in ebb and flow.

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Moon still watched her Earth with gentle grace,

Her beams caressing her distanced face.

A love though severed, not completely lost,

A love enduring, despite the bitter cost.

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They dance still now, though not as once before,

More subtle, yet rich in its own lore,

A movement of tides, of night, of cycled sighs,

A rhythm eternal, beneath the cosmic skies.

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So when you stand where sea meets shore,

And taste the brine, and hear her roar,

Remember her wisdom,

And recall the core.