Eclipse

She was poetry, the gentle whisper of sweet melodies hummed under candlelight. The gentle flickering embers of a fireplace on a cold winter's night and her skin the freshest driven snow. She was angelic - dancing in the rain, an enigma - An unspoken promise. Her hair was raven, long, soft, and free-flowing. It hung down over her face, hiding an uncompromisable beauty - that could never fade, ever glowing. Her eyes were the stars. The deepest pools grey, cold, icy - glass. Ones that could see through you.

She was everything.

She was warmth, laughter, and baby lambs in the spring. The lingering smell of petunias. She was a wildfire, hair flowing in the wind. A voice like soft jazz. She was electric, magnetic, and perhaps even chaotic. Her skin was bronzed, glowing and her freckles told the unspoken stories, whispers she would never tell another. Her lips were painted crimson, stained from the wine she drank. The bitter taste lingered on her tongue. Sunflowers in hand, she was a true vision. Whose beauty could only be compared to that of a renaissance painting.

She was eternal.

They were a love that could never be - for she was the sun and her the moon. Secret admires that could only gaze from afar. Dreams of touching each other's skin and secret fleeting glances were all they could ever be. For she rose when she set. Reaching out to her, her sun. Her vitality, her unspoken secret. A rose not yet picked in a garden of green. Her anguished screams of solitude could never be heard.

She was her night sky, the constellation of her favorite story. She was all-consuming and overwhelming. The most inviting of darknesses. A hush of calm rarely seen or observed. An embrace. The most beautiful of reflections on a rippling pond and in her eyes, she saw fireflies. A sea of silent fury and rage. One she longed to explore. She danced in the night cacophony of colors - enchanting to all. The sort of woman anyone could fall in love with.

How she longed to dance with her.

For a single touch she would give anything and for a kiss, a lifetime.

For millenniums both rose and set, two lovers never destined to touch, but the pain only made their love for one another burn bright. The impossibility of the impossible drove them, clawing and screaming to hold one another, but yet every time - they were just out of reach.

The sun cried hushed tears, that fell violently to the ground - the agony of a life led loveless was all-consuming. The harder she cried the brighter she burned. A burning, swelling mass of fire. The day was turning and so she would set.

But, there she saw the moon, her love. With the fury of a charging bull, she fought to be brighter than ever before. Brighter than the most dazzling of celestial bodies. Her love, the moon, reached to her. Out of bounds, forever isolated.

Headed straight to one another, running through a field of blue and black, the two finally met. Colliding with their embrace - plunging the world around them into darkness. Their lips softly met as tears of joy rolled down their faces, whispering secret confessions of love. But yet, still, they were pulled from one another screaming desperately, pleas to the gods - that as always went unanswered.

For moon realized, the only way they could be one, would take away everything from the one she loved. Eternal darkness. A cruel twisted fate.

So she vowed to love her - until they hold each once again.

For they burn for each other.