moon thief (kuwaderno 4, slu)

You always told me
that the moon gave birth
to the stars and comets
she bore longer than eternity
the day the sun
grew too big
for her own universe

You always took pity on the moon
blaming the sun
for the scars on her face
that ravaged
her imposing beauty
each time you learn
of an eclipse looming

You made
the most beautiful words
when the moon
quietly crept
and found her way
to your window
as if to be taken as your own

You always wanted
to have the moon
for your own little hands
to enfold
to heal her wounds
to cover her scars
to remove her past

You had to take
her away you
the sun’s wrath
that day you climbed
the top of the cliffs
houting her name
pleading, confessing

You waved your mighty sword
and clutched
your feigned wings
and leaped
to her arms
defying gravity
fearing no pain

You saw her eyes
pierce through your soul
when your hands
tried to cling
to the sky
her lifeless arms
and hollow core

Sadly,
the moon never wept
not even gave light
for your body
over the jagged rocks
shattered
beneath