Rants, Poems and Randomness

so i made another poem for the same very special person :] 

our ten month "anniversary" is on tuesday (september 10th) and this is sort of an early gift to them that i started writing when i missed them while they were on vacation last month

it's in the same style as the last (a prose, i believe it's called), where it doesn't rhyme and is more similar to a flowing story

so, Rain, i hope you enjoy it, and i hope that everyone else reading this likes it too

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A Conversation

What really is rainfall, do you think?

"Rainfall? Don't we all need to cry, sometimes?

Is it not just the sky's tears, rippling against the puddles of our world

Ripples that turn to waves and waves into tsunamis

Overturning ships of dreams and little sailors of wishes never spent?"

He laughed, quietly

I suppose you also believe, then, that an eclipse is when the moon kisses the sun?

"Sometimes, I wonder," I began with a smile, "what would happen, if the sun had the courage to kiss the moon back?

Would the moon, in their beauty, burn up beneath the sun's fiery fingertips, full of selfishness and greed?

Would the moon's fair skin and blush grow to charcoal as the sun took their face in his hands?

Would the sun be too much, I wonder, for the moon? Would their heat overwhelm them, and their love?

Or would the moon take the sun's hands in theirs, and press their lips to his cheek? Would they run their hands through his golden hair and whisper to him the words he needs to hear?

Because maybe, just maybe, they feel just as the sun does

And maybe, just maybe, they're a little broken too

And what better to fill the cracks with chinks of moonlight? What better to mend the fractures with rays of warmth?

What better to fix the broken than the sense of familiarity? With the care of knowing, of asking, of speaking?

So again, what would happen if the sun found the strength to return the moon's fond kiss?

What would happen if he let them in, broke down the bars guarding his heart to the art of the moon's gentle hands?

I think an eclipse is just that,"

I don't believe we're speaking of celestial bodies any longer

He said, another laugh like the rainfall he had asked about, light like the drops of water on canvas

"And if we're not?"