بريه🌿

أمواج عاتية وشمس ذائبة

I will be the Sun.

You will be the Moon.

And even when your phases change—

from full to crescent,

from silver certainty

to a sliver hiding in the dark—

I will still turn my light toward you.

Not to make you stay,

but because loving you

has always been my nature.

We will meet

at the innocence of dawn,

where night surrenders to morning,

and neither of us

has to be anything but light.

We will intertwine across the sky,

your silver and my gold

painting the horizon

with something neither of us

could create alone.

And when our paths cross

in the rarest eclipse,

I will not ask the universe

how long it will last.

I will simply stand beside you

in that brief darkness,

where the impossible

becomes visible.

For you are the Moon,

and I am the Sun—

bound not by possession,

but by gravity.

You may disappear.

You may return.

You may wane

with the tides of your own becoming.

Still, somewhere between

your distance and my devotion,

the ocean will remember this.

I will wait at the tideline,

where love meets the shore,

while you, my Moon,

dance above the water

and pull the tides toward us.

And perhaps that is what we are:

not two entities

meant to collide,

but two lights

forever moving

around the same impossible love—

you changing with the night,

me burning through the day,

and the sea between us

until even the ocean

rising,

falling,

rising again.

And you, my Moon,

keep dancing—

to the rhythm of the sea,

to the pull of gravity,

to the quiet pulse between us,

knows the rhythm