ramonameisel:

I never noticed how lonely the moon looks at night.
says the sea
her arms slung around her bent knees
the stars look up to the flashing, white circle of the moon 
that casts an incredible bright light over the calm water of the lake 

(Everything is dipped in silver.) 

(It’s magic.)

He’s not lonely.
the stars murmur between full lips
He’s jealous.

What could he possibly be jealous off?

The sun.
the stars say and put their head far back 
until their nape touches their spine
it looks painful

The moon is always jealous of the sun 
and of her heart. That’s why he tries to shine 
so bright in the night. To outshine her. 

Isn’t it sad? 
He was made to be simple. 
To control the tides.
Not to dream.
Almost like us. 
We were meant to be simple. 
We are not meant to dream.

The sound of her voice dies down but inside of them
it still echoes loud

(a sudden wind comes up that swirls around them
it’s a cold breeze that caresses their skins 
like a cold deadly embrace
they shiver)