Dear Moon;

Your dark and mysterious façade is unwelcoming to the masses. Scared off by your intimidating darkness, your inherent association with the unknown and the fear that goes along with it does not capture the attention of many.

You lack the warmth of the Sun. And only draw the affection of those who can appreciate the chilling starkness of your cold. Pairs of lovers, wrapped in each other’s arms to combat your insisting chill, are your only appreciators.

Few and far between are those who admire you, Moon. They are intrigued by you, and they wonder about your secrets and stories. Marveling at the twinkling stars that accompany you, and desperately trying to understand the unsettling scars that freckle your surface. You guard your secrets vigorously, if only to retain the façade of depth and secrecy you exude.

Moon, I love you.

But there’s something about the Sun.

Oh the glorious, all-consuming and intimidatingly beautiful Sun. She illuminates everything she touches, comforting the world with her warmth and welcome. The Sun gives life. She replenishes, and offers reprieve from the dark and chilling night.

Everyone can appreciate the Sun. It’s easy; effortless. And isn’t it so, that the Sun is responsible for the shine behind the Moon’s gloomy glow? Without the Sun, the Moon would simply be a hunk of unremarkable rock, hanging in the midst of Sun’s irresistible gravity.

Moon, you fascinate me, you do. But without the Sun . . . you would have no shine. 

In response to Dear Sunrise;