Just As The Sun Loves The Moon

Weston, Vermont

I used to fear the unknown-

worried about how my life will turn out

if I’m widowed early.

But I’m not afraid anymore.

 

I cannot waste what time we have left

on what if’s,

or troubled worries.

Life is far too short;

so I’m diving deep in life’s ocean.

 

I think I’ve finally figured out

why I’m so obsessed with sunsets.

There is a quote by an artist that I know not the name,

it goes:

“Tell me a story of how the sun loved the moon so much

he died every night just to let her breathe.”

 

There’s something beautiful about endings-

for it leads to new beginnings.

And while selfishly, I want to keep him here for all eternity,

I also want him to know, I’ll be okay.

 

When his time comes around, if my heart is still beating,

I will take a brush and paint the sky with hues of purple & blue

& show the world how much I love him-

just as the sun loves the moon.

 

Kristian L. Weigman