This is still in draft form and I have added dialog since the two movie attempts. I need to work on the narrative arc, character arc, and character voice distinction. One way I tried this is by using the rhyme sequence.

Stars, Sun, North Star, Asteroids, Comets, Moon, Planets, Orion, and Planet X a,b,c, a,b,c,

The Mysterious, Free flying skies, Constellations, Mercury a,b, a,b,

Eros Saturn The cosmos, The Milkyway AA BB AA BB

Neptune , Pluto, Venus, Mars, aaaa bbbb aaaa bbbb

Earth A,b,c,d, a,b,c,e

The stars contemplate:

Who amongst us, before Ouranus, father heaven, dies,

in the birthplace of stars, the nebula, is short of a supernova?

Who has created within their stellar system a paradise?

From mere terrestrial, to be proven divinity in the skies,

not in death reborn, but born a superior nova?

Look upon us celestial bodies and recognize!

You cold, and barren rocks of ice,

meteoroids, asteroids, and every comet.

Nothing more than space oddities,

but planets by our flame made into paradise

if we choose to unfreeze and life beget.

Of adoration, are we not found worthy in qualities?

So say us, the cosmos, YES!

Yet who, short of interplanetary dust,

is to be proclaimed a star, celebrated, divine in glory?

For fear, blinded by our light, we guess,

we contemplate in debate, a must!

who is the greater named in the story?

The North Star questions the skies:

If we seek to determine our superiority,

from amongst the cosmos lights,

lest we fortify a delusion of a lesser star,

who amongst us lacks the self-absorptivity,

to claim veneration rights?

Is one less worthy as a pulsar, or more as a quasar?

Consider the Centaur, Chiron, asteroid, or comet.

Tail bright and always flying,

Shining like a silver bird destined to elude.

Consider Luna Moon, with no luminosity on it,

yet to be like a star, pining,

to reflect Helios Sun’s magnitude.

Consider the All-Mother Earth,

Tellus Mater, yet a child by the relations,

of the known universe, relations we interweave.

By her, the starry heaven was given birth,

in dreams of mortal man, relative in stations

The minds of poets, who are we to conceive?

and if love is as life is, reborn and forever,

Is it the red giant, with its massive size,

or the pulsar, with its mesmerizing beat?

To decide, who are we to endeavor?

Perhaps the white dwarf, with its shining demise,

or the black hole, with its powerful retreat.

Is it the super-giant, with its luminous blaze,

or the neutron star, with its intense gravity?

who can claim the stellar crown,

Maybe the quasar, with its energetic craze,

or the brown dwarf, with its subtle majesty.

Who can mesmerize, who can astound,

Each with its own unique and wondrous form,

all contributing to the cosmic symphony.

Every star, every rock, every space oddity,

Yet, in the grand scheme, we are but a norm,

mere players in this celestial fantasy.

Who deserves to be proclaimed a deity?

Out of chaos, dark energy comes together,

in life and death, perpetually reborn, life eternal.

Love is born then light, out of the night, Nyx and Erebus,

Let us seek the poet’s mind so that we might live forever.

Let us seek to guide us the meek, the minor orbital,

to decide, who is worthy of adoration, Us.

We like Ouroboros, and the Milky Way, are too often,

self-appointed, the heart of the universe, center stage.

Let us reside in the heavens, and seek in our quest,

those souls who dwell next to us, less than common,

humble, and modest within the sphere of influence to engage.

They begin anew before they end and judge us best.

The Sun converses with the skies:

Look upon my solar system whose heat and light I create.

Nine, plus or minus, revolve around me.

their life is by my solar nebula, self-sacrifice.

Even the moons numbering more than one hundred and fifty-eight

are gravitationally bound to me.

Of my celestial objects, I’ll seek advice.

Through creations influence, I have been endowed, of late

to bend to my will, asteroids, meteoroids, planetoids too,

comets, giant planets, and even interplanetary dust,

even a light year away from the Opik-Oort cloud

where they say that comets come to me, born new.

even as far as the Kuiper belt my power is thrust.

From amongst them, I’ll find a matchmaker, avowed

for my charismatic magnetism,

a force of orbital motion, my gravity!

I am a supernova, a fusion maker!

In my fascinating fascism,

the animate Earth shall choose a match for me,

One who is a giver, not a taker!

The Earth speaks to the Sun:

I am broad-breasted Gaia, worldly Earth,

The everlasting foundation, consider me,

to bestow upon you from Eros Amore, tributes of love

in poets mind and pen.

To the starry sky, Ouranos Uranus I gave birth,

and to Oceanus Pontus of ocean, and sea,

and Aer, that is mortal breath above.

Consider me a match, not a maker!

Ouranos, by Saturn, was put away, lost to my devotion.

Now Uranus is held in place in the sky.

Saturn was disposed of by Jupiter Jove’s desire,

in epics told far and wide,

to rule all of heaven in its motion.

You, Helios Sun, greater than Jupiter a failed star, placed high.

Now you are Apollo Sol and my passion for your flames leap hire.

Who is better together than us?

Consider me, I am earth.

by God-given life that the heart of mortal holds.

Your love reflects in the depths of my ocean.

And my love reflects in the mortal mind.

Consider me, and in me find worth.

For by Jehovah, all matter in the universe unfolds.

In Pontus is the constant motion of unfathomable devotion.

Know that I know you best.

Consider me, your light reflects in my sky,

with a fever of desire.

Pluto is dark and tells a dead story,

if you must compare to decide,

Consider me, and in my heaven, you will fly,

admired as my passion’s fire.

I can cast even Pluto out of the planetary category!

I rewrite science, and rediscover history!

Like your gaseous flares,

my volcanic flames leap up to meet you.

Like your solar wind,

a scientific wonder,

if comparison dares,

my breezes carry praises to greet you.

Let these continue without end.

If only you consider me.

Beyond Mercury, in this solar sea

I am wilder, and I am more free.

Beyond Venus in beauty, consider me.

Let me compare so that you understand,

I have faith in myself to be,

of your affection, worthy.

Even beyond Mars, consider me.

For I am the match for you!

With languages of Terra Earth and Tella Mater on my soil,

and Oceanus Pontus, and Neptune Poseidon in ocean and sea,

With Aether, the soul of the world in my sky,

Believe what I say!

I labor to give birth and provide a life that imaginings toil,

for I am equal in all I create and all I create is free!

All life through God emanates from me, as wild as I.

Know this to be true!

Is this not what any soul would ask of me,

to declare my devotion and my love?

Yes, I have faith in mortal thoughts to be of worth.

Consider us together!

I choose you poetically, as a match for me,

of all in the cosmos, the heavens above,

I, Gaia, Terra, Tellus Mater, All Mother Earth.

I am not a matchmaker, but your match!

The Sun scolds the Earth:

Of poetic myth are your wearisome words, ignorant Earth!

Third rock, easily by me made lifeless, silence your declaration.

These characters, primordial, are of you in fractions,

imaginings of a human heart, are of diminutive worth.

Titans, Olympians, names undeserving of my station

given by particles of living clay and contemptible in actions.

Yes, the characters of your world are of slender appeal!

What is your wind, earth, water, or fire?

Give it to me as a token.

Only Jehovah knows the truth so what is real?

That for my attention you would aspire,

Or else these bonds of life be broken.

You would have the stars speak of your element,

through the mortal minds of a dreamer.

However, my flames can mean life or my solar wind demise.

So, seek you, my contentment,

and forgo the poetic schemer,

lest your creation I despise.

You by God are of my making, compared, your fire an ember,

Your ocean, in my solar sea, a trickle,

your soil, compared to the masses I manage, merely dust.

You, quickly perishing, leave little to remember.

With a spirit rebellious and a soul that is fickle,

what is love if for your life I do not lust?

You give your mythic trifles to me as a token,

that you and your mortal minds would aspire,

for others, and not just my attention.

All your flowing words are selfishly spoken.

I see in your heart your true desire,

of your glory in the lyric to mention!

Seek not your contentment in fame and adoration, but mine!

Nor seek to steal my fire. Yes, my solar flames can mean life,

or like Mars, Venus, and Mercury, to death, they can burn you!

As Venus, facade, morning and evening star, a barren rock left behind.

As Mercury, in myth a thief, and Mars in war and strife,

None of these give life. Such is what illusion will earn you!

Now find, for me, more suitable a love,

worthy in stature to adore me.

Neither lesser nor greater for the respect I demand!

Find me one from the celestial bodies above,

but not one likely to bore me!

Now fear if you fail, heed my command!

The Earth responds to the Sun:

Oh Helios, Apollo Sol, hear me out!

Your scolding words, though powerful, are of a narrow mind.

Your flames bring life, but my soil brings it forth from the ground.

I am Life!

Your solar winds may bring change, no doubt,

But of this, I must remind

myself it is my air that vibrates to make all praises sound.

Shall my mortal praise you?

You are not the only one who has the right to be proud.

I am not seeking fame or adoration,

only to declare my love both day and night,

If you also declare your love for me.

For you, who is the source of life, declared loud,

I declare my devotion,

not to steal your fire but to reflect your light.

Will you not shine your light on me?

I am not selfishly spoken, but a voice of creation,

You ask for love more worthy in stature to adore you,

I believe it to be me,

for none can match my inner beauty,

not for glory, but to honor your magnificent manifestation.

and grace that I offer you.

For it is I who brings forth planetary diversity,

I create more life than all the known universe

from the tiniest microbe to the giant elephant.

I offer you the majesty of mountains, the serenity of the sea,

I am not lesser nor greater, but an equal partner in this cosmic dance.

Helios, dance with me!

If you choose me all will be celebrant!

In me is the vastness of the sky, and the intimacy of a tree.

It is through our mutual interaction that we find balance.

In your hesitance,

I will not fear your command

or your threat of punishment,

for I know that your heart,

is purer than your mind

in what you demand,

you only seek contentment.

to be a unified part.

I see purity in you.

So let us put aside our pride and our difference,

and embrace each other in a loving alliance.

For together, we can create a harmony that is truly divine,

together we can create creation,

a cosmic symphony, for all time. In prominence.

Your scorching words are like your flames, dividence,

full of heat and light, but lacking empathy sublime.

Silence your mind and speak with heart.

You forget that I am the mother of all life,

the birthplace of every creature under your gaze.

You boast of your power and boast of your might,

you lose yourself in your boasting

while belittling me with strife,

but without me, your light would be wasted days

without me, your flames, unreflected, wasted in the night,

Without me, you will go without.

What of the balance I bring to this dance?

Without my orbit, the planets would wander,

without my gravity to pull us together,

I have so much more to offer you,

lost in the abyss of your solar expanse.

You may hold the title of Helios Apollo but ponder,

without the dreams of mortal, meaning is lost forever.

Lost in madness, solarcy!

Your solar flares may bring destruction,

but my volcanoes and earthquakes bring renewal.

You speak of finding a new love,

when I could be your everything

you demand I head your instruction,

worthy of your attention, your desire though cruel,

you have not learned that true love

is not something you can make,

Your search for something greater, grander,

without an appreciation of what is already here.

I am Gaia, Tellus Mater, Terra, and Earth.

If not for you then for myself.

Do not chide me in my candor,

I am the natural world, by all found fair,

and fair in my matchmaking found worth.

I am what I am.

I am the love that sustains and nourishes every being,

from the smallest microbe to the largest whale.

I will not seek your approval or adoration,

I know what I know.

I know my worth and my place in this universe all-seeing,

But I ask that you remember me, Sun, as I bewail,

and deprive me not, my deserving validation.

And whatever will be, will be.

The Earth inquiries, to the free-flying skies:

Who amongst the constellations,

might pause for me and listen,

as I call out across this void?

Do not ignore me!

Have sympathy for my consternation.

Even you, the falling stars that glisten,

Comets, Meteors, Asteroids!

Look upon my sorrow!

You of the free-flying skies,

you, the nymphs of the heavens above,

become one with this ruddy light,

let it be your destiny

, and save me from the demise,

by accepting Helios Sun’s love.

Join Apollo Sol this night.

For you, I will write a new story!

Consider this, silver birds,

To Haley’s comet, I gave a name.

Such is mine to give for eternity.

In the hearts of poets to live on.

Now consider my words,

and receive equal fame.

To be one with the Sun is your destiny.

With honor and fame to follow.

The Sun’s stardom proclaims,

Farther than the Milky Way!

Won’t you do this for me?

I plead in earnest!

Bound to the Sun remains,

Shining in the night, saving my day

by taking this burden from me.

Let this match be made!

The mysterious speaks in a whisper:

The stars above remain silent,

their twinkling lights the only reply.

For though they hear the Earth’s lament,

they cannot change or Sun’s decree defy.

Their beauty and grace, are a marvel to see,

yet powerless against the will of the Sun.

The Earth must learn to be free,

and find a way to live and run.

For though the Sun may scold and chide,

it is not the master of the Earth.

All must learn to live and abide

by and find their self-worth.

So listen not to the Sun’s decree,

but instead, follow your path.

For in the end, it is you who must be,

the master of your fate, not the Sun’s wrath.

The free-flying skies respond:

Dear Earth, we hear your call,

your plea for help in this hour of need.

But to bind ourselves to the Sun’s thrall

is not a fate we desire or concede.

We are free to roam and wander,

to dance amongst the stars up high,

our beauty and wonder,

seen by every mortal eye.

We cannot sacrifice our freedom,

to be enslaved by the Sun’s might,

to be one with another would be seldom

the path we choose. We choose to take flight.

We offer you our sympathy,

and wish you well in your plight,

but to join with the Sun’s destiny,

is not something we will invite.

We will continue to shine and glow,

each in our unique way,

and help you in our flow,

to brighten up your day.

So fear not, dear Earth,

for the skies above are full of light,

and though we may not share the Sun’s birth,

we will guide you through the darkest night.

The Asteroids decline the Earth’s invitation:

As spirited maidens of the skies,

we are made to fly free thus,

untouched by the scorching hand of a union.

To agree to such gravitation is unwise.

We would be sure to lose part or all of us.

Our ruin is not worth such communion.

The Sun seeks, in its stardom,

beyond the asteroid belts to be proclaimed,

from here to there in a milky way.

We do not seek martyrdom,

or to be depleted and maimed!

So, we are heading the other way.

From the Kuiper belt amongst the stars

to the Oort cloud, we travel together as one.

Far and wide beyond the Milky Way,

and by the creator, greater stars,

we see there than your Sun.

On a single star’s side, we cannot stay.

As silver birds, we travel together,

In and out amongst the stars.

Near and far and wide,

as free fliers, we are happy forever,

amongst pulsars and quasars,

but never by them do we stay.

We slide down the rainbow

of planetary rings.

Our voyages afar are the envy of all.

With our tails aglow,

and fire for wings,

we are too far gone, to answer your call.

The Earth understands:

I hear your words and understand,

that your paths lie far and wide,

I will not force you to join me,

in this match that I must find.

Amongst the stars and distant lands.

Your freedom is your pride.

Your journey is yours to see,

I almost envy your flight.

I will not implore you to stay.

as you glide through the universe.

Though we may never meet again,

May your travels bring you joy,

your destiny, yours to play.

never lose your love for the diverse.

May the heavens be your friend,

May you find new worlds to explore.

Oh free fliers, I understand,

your destiny is not to be tied to one,

but to be free and fly amongst the stars.

So go.

I see now that my request was foolish and unplanned,

for you are meant to soar and shine like the Sun,

and travel afar, near and far.

Leave me now.

I apologize for the imposition,

and I wish you well on your journeys to come,

as you blaze a trail across the sky.

Forgotten and already gone.

May you continue to bring wonder and inspiration,

as you travel through the cosmos and roam,

and may your beauty never die.

In the memories, you leave.

I thank you for your candid reply,

and I hope that one day, we may meet again,

under different circumstances and skies.

So be on your way.

Until then, I bid you farewell, as you fly,

and I will cherish the memories of when

your brilliance lit up my eyes

though darkness follows.

The mysterious gives advice:

Let the balance of the cosmos guide you,

not the egotism of one shining light.

For in the grand scheme of things, it is true,

that all stars are equally bright.

So, seek not to appease the Sun’s vanity,

but to find a love that is true and pure.

One that will cherish your humanity,

and help your planet to endure.

For in the end, it is not power or fame,

that will bring you peace or contentment.

It is the love and compassion you claim,

that will bring you true enlightenment.

So, look beyond the stars and the sky,

and seek love that is humble and kind.

For in that love, you will find,

the key to a universe that is truly divine.

The North Star gives council to the Earth:

If you seek this to resolve,

the arrogance of the cosmos,

by appeasing the conceit of a single reign,

then your solar family will revolve,

in a system of pathos

Not even one left sane.

For a star that imprisons a soul,

by manipulation,

is unworthy of regard.

The Sun seeks to control,

only to raise its’ station,

and then discard.

Be wary if you care,

and if you do not, be wary still,

in relationships, you interlace,

by the lives you pair,

for only God’s will and not our will,

can interweave the very fabric of space.

What are we to devise who is qualified to become one?

If you value others with respect,

seek one ardent, for if love is vain, is life only self-important?

You must find a body to look after this Sun,

that this star, self-superior, might be kept in check,

to make your solar system content.

The Earth offers a thought to the Sun:

I am sure there are other stars such as you,

to replenish this barren world.

Don’t find me too plain-spoken,

If I am to be your matchmaker,

I am content in my orbit around you.

More so I speak for fear of the darkness lest I be hurled.

So I offer you this token.

What better match than a star for a star,

and the North Star speaks in words of good sense

and shines the brightest in my night.

Consider this noble luminary,

to end my quest and let Polaris

guide life’s direction through the universe immense.

To compliment your light,

and make my night less solitary.

Listen to this match I’ve made.

The North Star leads with wisdom and insight,

all those not clouded by an arrogant mind

if they but look up with open eyes.

Let my quest be in victory!

Who better to guide you in your night,

than this one whose heart is kind,

and for me, a comfort, so be advised.

And all agree,

this Guiding Star shines with affection

when in shadows your light leaves me.

On my darkest night, I am not lost.

So choose to accept this fate.

Even mortal love finds romantic connections,

shown the way on land and sea,

that none be star-crossed.

What say you, Helios?

The Sun scoffs:

Let the North Star glow and let it fade.

While you below alight with my shine.

I am most worthy to be adored.

My rays are a flow of golden cascade,

and all know this light to be mine.

Yet you bring me discord!

Although I delight in the love of par,

you suggest I shine only in the day.

By hours of darkness am I to compete for affection?

By what right does this North Star,

draw the night and show lovers the way?

Put aside your thoughtless contemplation!

If darkness were to surround you,

to make miserable your mirth!

Would you then understand?

To find for me, I have bound you,

one short of my worth,

yet worthy of my hand.

The Earth responds:

I do not seek to diminish your light,

nor do I wish to compete for affection.

I simply offer an alternative view,

this task has given me, the command to complete,

that the North Star may guide lovers in the night,

when your light is absent, with direction,

and be a source of comfort too.

Are we not deserving?

You are the star of the day,

your warmth and light are vital for life,

and I am grateful for your shine.

For me, it is enough.

But the night has its display,

with stars that twinkle and strive,

and the North Star, steadfast and divine.

Yet you reject?

Ah, enough of this argument,

in my orbit leave me spinning,

alone in my lament.

Must I go on searching?

Facing your arrogance there is no winning!

So I go my way again in exploration.

The Earth pleads to the constellations:

Oh, cry for me, heavens gatherings!

For your design is the awe of mortal dreams,

and this quandary is a quagmire by a promise I cannot leave.

Will just one help me?

Why bother in this matter of things?

If I perish so will you, corporeal esteem.

What are your myths to entertain if there is no one to believe?

Is Polaris not one of you?

No adoration do I seek,

but sympathy for this omen!

Is there not one of the eighty-eight,

Alpha Centauri? Betelgeuse?

named by the Sumerian, Chaldean, or Greek,

Babylonian, Egyptian, or Roman,

to take on this task and save my fate?

Vega? Pleiades? Antares?

Save me from the wrath of the Sun!

I implore lest all on Earth ignore you!

From this quest set me free!

Canopus too!

To rescue is there not one?

Any in this great circle will do.

Will not one arrangement answer me?

Any of the Zodiac?

The constellations respond:

We hear your plea, dear Earth,

and though we are mere patterns in the sky,

we understand your fear and your plight.

We cannot change the course of your birth,

nor can we prevent the Sun’s fiery eye,

but we can offer you our light.

Each of us has a story to tell,

a myth or legend that speaks to the heart,

and though we may seem distant and cold,

we are here to guide you well,

to lead you safely through the dark,

and to offer you solace in the fold.

Look to the stars, dear Earth,

for we are your companions and your friends,

and though we cannot save you from the Sun,

we will be with you for all your worth,

until your journey comes to an end,

and with you, our journey is done.

Orion feels pity for the Earth:

What can I do to comfort you, plaintive one?

I too have been scorned in love,

and blinded by hate.

Then given sight by the eastern rays of the Rising Sun

yet by a Love to die and be placed above.

Take heart, your deliverance I can imitate!

Now, what can you do for me?

If I can do this for you?

Proclaim me, lest you lament,

The great hunter of all you see.

The task you ask for is not easy to do

to make a discontented star content.

The Sun is bright but only in your skies.

To find one to love such unhappily!

As I loved Merope,

they must be a believer in lies,

just as Artemis loved me.

my love is now vengeance for ardor’s hope.

I will shoot and cause Selene to swoon,

With arrow and bow

I shall take from mischievous Eros

Revenge on the Moon!

Selene, sorrow will know!

So apt with the arrows!

By my aim, I will not falter

To bond these twins, an unnatural mate.

The Sun’s heart by the moon

will be placed on an alter

when this satellite, I permeate.

Then on Earth, I shall boon.

The Earth contracts with Orion

End this exhaustion, this burden I carry

Join this one with the Sun and I swear by my word.

Orion, let your arrow fly to find the immortal naive,

end this doomed epic!

Find with whom to this curse we will marry

and I will make you a legend of this world

a handsome giant, mighty hunter, strong and brave.

End my sweeping quest

and on charts, your name will be displayed.

The Sun will be confined within this celestial sphere

and in sight of me for my life remain.

Let me claim victory!

By this union, an ecliptic path shall be laid

and followed year by year

To be kept in check and keep me sane

by the calendar of time-bound!

The Zodiac protest:

Orion, we appreciate your offer,

but cannot condone your vengeance.

Love should not be used as a weapon,

for it brings only pain and disorder.

Let us not cause further interference

in the affairs of heaven.

Instead, let us focus on harmony

and finding a peaceful resolution.

Perhaps the solution lies in unity,

in joining forces with the constellation family,

to bring about a positive revolution

and protect our celestial community.

Let us seek counsel from the wise elders,

from Cassiopeia to Ursa Major,

and find a way to mend this strife.

For only by working together,

can we ensure our mutual survival,

and preserve the wonders of our life.

The Zodiac continues:

We hear your plea, oh Earth.

and we offer our compassion and care.

As ancient myths and modern science blend,

we hold the stories of the universe’s birth,

and know the importance of your share

in the celestial dance, shall it never end.

From Orion’s belt to the Big Dipper,

we see your plight and feel your pain.

The heavens are vast, but we are not distant.

We are your friends, your starry whisper,

and together, we shall break this chain

of the Sun’s arrogance and insistence.

The zodiac signs and the Milky Way

are here to help and lend a hand.

The North Star’s light shines bright and true.

The constellations will not betray

your plea for help, we understand

and will work together to see you through.

For in this vast and wondrous space,

we are all connected and intertwined.

The Earth, the Sun, the constellations, evermore.

We’ll lend our aid and embrace

to bring forth a solution to bend the mind

and ensure our universe can soar.

The Mysterious whispers:

The Universe is calm and still,

With stars and planets all in tune,

But Orion, with a fiery will,

Disrupts the peace, a moment of ruin,

aimed bow and Cupid’s arrow,

at the Moon, so bright and true,

Ignoring warnings, mind narrow,

let the arrow fly, it flew.

The Moonstruck with love’s embrace,

Falls for the Sun’s warm, golden light,

But the Universe will not erase,

the anger burning in might.

The stars, twinkle with dismay,

will Sun and Moon become one,

the Universe, in disarray,

Wonder what can be done.

False love upsets the balance,

and Orion, with rash desire,

causes cosmic malice,

that threatens all to expire.

Shall the Universe give in,

or work to restore harmony,

For love, is not a sin,

when balanced, it is destiny.

The Moon speaks from out of the Skies

What is this pain in my chest?

I feel as I have never felt before.

Has my face been shaken by an asteroid?

Emotions come forth that did not exist.

Love explodes from this hole in my core!

My surface is stirring, filling the void.

I see a star in my eye tonight.

Till it is mine there will be no rest.

To reflect, my heart has bidden.

This first star comes into sight

as I shudder at this pain in my chest

for in me love’s dart hit and is hidden.

It is my brother, the Sun for which I cry.

I seek to share in its astral flight

I long for its golden heart,

I must steal it from the sky.

it has nearly torn my soul apart,

wrong or right, I will not ask why.

The Moon Woos the Sun:

Let us shine as we were born, side by side,

cutting through the darkness of night,

as the Earth alights between you and me.

Our union will be known wide.

Let us be together in the shining daylight.

All shall know our love was meant to be.

If you warm my day,

I shall set fire to your night,

and we shall shine as one!

Hear what I say.

By my side take flight.

I give my life to you, Oh Sun!

The North Star may navigate,

lovers when your light fails.

With this, my attributes compare.

I guide the ship’s fate,

by the Oceans sways and sails.

My soul to you I lay bare.

Consider me, see my moonbeams.

As you talk about how you love to shine,

my moonlight also shines to love.

I hold the key to your dreams,

and you hold the key to mine.

Let us become one in the sky above.

The Sun retorts towards the Moon:

How dare you speak of such to me, the Sun?

What matter of match claim you,

to talk to one so high, lowly sister Moon,

When stature you have none?

and nothing to offer me, I blame you!

Ha! And you expect me to swoon.

Cast off these dreams, foolish heart!

Your fondness is mere fancy.

Greater clumps of dirt I have consumed.

Let loose your schemes of love, depart!

This reflection that you see,

Is your fate, Doomed?

What form are you to know me?

I seek one to give me love,

that the stars be shown I rule the sky.

What greatness can you show me?

for, I am the Sun below and above.

I own this love let none this deny!

The Moon beseeches the Sun:

With your rainbow as my reflection,

and a shadow made of moonlight,

Let me be found convincing.

I shall let you know of my affection,

as I go into the night,

with you to be romancing.

For my heart, it sings!

I am alive when once I was dead.

By a star, my soul revived.

Oh, such fanciful things,

are dancing a halo around my head.

How could this love be contrived?

For you are the Sun,

and I am the moon

a mere reflection of your splendor,

You are the one,

that makes my heart swoon,

Love to the receiver, love the sender.

The Constellations inquire of the Earth:

What are these words we hear,

of the Sun and the Moon?

Who but the Sun determined itself to be great?

For what reason does this satellite care,

for the Sun to swoon?

What trick is this of fate?

Are you to be a matchmaker,

or shall it be left to chance?

This delusion we fear.

For the Sun was born a taker,

and what is left for romance?

Not in the words we hear.

The Moon is no match for the Sun.

Innocence born is taken.

How can this bond abide,

by the selfish acts of a self-loved one?

This love must be mistaken.

From us, the truth, do not hide!

The Earth responds to the constellations:

You know too well, Orion took from Eros bow and arrow,

playing cupid of the skies.

But it was Dionysus that sealed this doom.

Are you to accuse the matchmaker?

You act of narrow minds.

This act does not despise

for it was Oenopion that blinded the Moon.

And Helios demanded a match.

Of Artemis, ask the bear, Callisto,

with silver light that shines dark,

shining only as a blemished jewel,

could the bear do any better?

To find a good match for Apollo, the jealous minstrel.

Anyone else in shining brings vengeance to embark,

for in their youth, one was reckless and the other, cruel.

The Sun and Moon, are both soiled!

Let Selene have time as a luminary.

All of creation is relative to each other.

Mind yourselves, not this romance.

This system is not yours.

Leave this solar system solitary.

What need do you have to bother,

in this convenient happenstance!

Do you desire to be with Sol paired?

The Moon Continues its Dialog with the Sun:

Stature I may have little of,

though you are great,

consider me,

greater is my love.

My love why hate?

Consider me.

You and I can share the sky.

For our name,

greater than all stars that we see,

side by side you and I,

should be proclaimed.

If I had my way that is how it would be.

All those on earth will know of our love,

and all those in heaven will see.

Consider me.

From all the heavenly bodies above,

our astral arrangement is a prodigy.

Consider me.

However, for our love to grow,

It takes the effort of two.

Consider me.

How deep our love could go.

This is my response to you.

Oh! Consider me.

The Sun counters and demands:

My flames will reach higher,

If I consider you,

to shine on the Earth through the night,

for my passion and desire,

this for me you will do,

be reflective of my fiery light.

If your love is true,

then your promise keep.

Upon the Earth reflect my flame.

If I consider you,

for my love to reap

you must radiate my acclaim.

Yes! Greater than all stars, it is true.

I see you see what all should see in me,

a perpetual nova.

So do what you have said you will do.

If love grows, what will be will be?

and Love me, your Casanova!

The North Star intervenes:

Eros! Stop this injustice and make right this wrong!

From Selene’s core remove your dart,

lest the Sun’s self-important depravity,

end the harmony of eternity’s song.

Let free will once more enter the Moon’s heart,

and remove your arrow from its inner cavity.

To allow this lie is to give birth,

to such self-centered gravity,

to cause the Sun to collapse in upon self,

in self-appointed celestial worth,

lest the Sun ensnare all matter and energy,

as Collapsar and the universe engulf.

Eros responds to the North Star:

Polaris, North Star, your speech is grieved,

but the arrow, once shot, cannot be retrieved,

Love cannot be undone.

For it has already begun.

The Moon’s heart has been deceived,

But love’s fire cannot be bereaved.

The Sun’s ego may indeed be grand,

But in love, one must take a stand.

The Moon’s love is pure and true,

And it is not for us to undo.

Instead, we must hope and pray,

That the Sun will see the light of day,

And realize that love is not about power,

But about giving oneself, hour by hour.

Let us hope that the Sun will open its heart,

And let the Moon be, in part,

a love that is greater than any star,

A love that will shine brighter and go far.

The Sun Continues towards the Moon:

If your love is true then prove your devotion!

Let the North star be put to shame!

In the darkness, upon you, my reflection will shine,

and the living waters of Gaia in constant motion,

will outweigh the wonders of Polaris’s fame.

To uplift my station, by your mirror of my light., divine

Your love may be deep,

but to gain my consecration,

can it reach that height?

This promise, you must keep.

Create for me a name, a station.

To shine in the day, and darkness of night,

let the North star be shamed!

As you admire from far away,

all shall fathom my might.

Let your heart be blamed

if by my side you do not stay

to be my delight.

Eros reconsiders:

How can I ignore the former plea,

understanding the danger of the destiny

of this love set in motion?

controlled by an arrow’s notion.

I shall take the arrow from Selene’s heart

turn back this night, let truth play its part,

and break the spell that bounds to the Sun.

let love for the Sun be done.

The Sun and Moon will shine on their own,

the light will dance, interweave, and be shown,

No longer bound by a love that is not real.

True love is bound that eternity shall feel.

The Moon doubts:

Oh Sun, your words are harsh and demanding,

as if my love for you is not enough.

I do not need to prove my devotion,

Instead, I need your understanding

our love can grow, sure-enough

if together in harmonic motion.

Yet I fear, my love of my heart,

you ask too much.

My want of you is to share the sky.

to do your part,

needs a loving touch,

in love far-flung must we fly?

My regard for you is never-ending.

I am content to be by your side, rough or smooth,

to share the sky and the stars above.

My reverence to you, find me ever sending

Your fiery temper allows me to soothe,

and your arrogance disposes of.

The night will only keep us apart.

Both light and dark are upon the Earth.

My light is my loss reflected,

shadowed by my breaking heart.

Your name will be proclaimed in satirical mirth

if I remain neglected.

But if it is your desire for me to reflect your light,

I shall do so willingly, as a symbol of our love.

And if it is your wish to have a name amongst the stars,

to reflect your fire throughout the night

a solar system to be part of,

for this love in reverence to be ours,

I shall shine for you, for your glory to rise.

But do not let your pride and vanity lead you astray,

for in the vastness of the universe, we are tiny.

Let my proclamations not take you by surprise

allow my night to join with your day

Let us not just shine but shine-free,

If not, where your love fails,

my love falls short.

Now I consider you.

Of this love, I bewail

and await your retort.

So, say what you will do.

The Sun begrudgingly yields:

Don’t darken my glory,

with your words that slight,

the day is mine.

Now you change your story,

though you have the night!

Is your heart like cancer benign?

Your whimpering is a matter of greed,

but to silence you I concede.

Now be warned if I find your heart untrue,

to these words I say, Take heed,

If you do not follow indeed,

A cold wind will blow in your soul right through,

and this star will not shine for you.

I’ll visit you some morning,

and you can come some afternoon.

For the sake of my glory too!

We shall share the sky in your mourning.

Keep the vow you swore to me moon!

So those on earth will see you as I am setting,

just before they close their eyes,

and in your dreams, we will be together,

Let this ease your fretting,

and on occasion when I rise,

and in the changing of the weather.

All will hear the song of your heart,

beating your love for me.

Your light will be pale before mine,

when together or apart.

Honored for your loyalty,

all will know that I am sublime.

The Moon pleads for guidance:

Of all the stars in these lonely skies,

is there anyone above?

Will none shine for me?

The Sun, once dear I now despise!

Am I to be punished because of love,

when in innocence, I believed?

When the nights are cold and dark,

when no stars give light to the sky above,

I will go on believing.

All these thoughts within my heart,

My hopes and dreams of finding love,

will give me a reason for living.

Yet now my dreams are swept away,

by the hardships this star defines.

I plead for any light from above!

Is there no one to save me from yesterday?

At least tell me of my crimes,

that I am found unworthy of love.

The North Star gives comfort:

You are not alone in the universe!

It is a natural satellite to seek love.

Consider me.

This solar system, though it seems adverse,

is just one in the endless heavens above.

Consider me.

Believe in your inner light!

The qualities you own,

and not merely what you perceive to reflect.

Look beyond the world’s night.

Fear not, the unknown.

Look beyond that which the egotistic project.

Not all stars seek to be self-defined.

Of dreams of love be not credulous.

Consider me.

Love is in dreams and the mind.

Do not let your soul be nebulous.

Consider me.

The Earth appeals to the moon:

To make one world,

it takes the heavenly bodies of two.

Reconsider the Sun.

and consider the consequence.

The seasons unfurled,

Depends upon both of you,

in unity revolving as one.

Rekindle your inner flame of love.

You make my darkness bright

when the Sun is in your eyes.

Remember your love as it began.

Consider all you have.

The Sun gives daylight

but alone could make no paradise.

Reconsider the Sun if you can.

In this consider me.

The guidance of Polaris

is quickly replaced,

by my magnetic pole.

Consider mortal lives,

For life, will you self-sacrifice?

Though unequally spaced,

let my gratitude fill your empty soul.

Re-consider the Sun.

The Moon considers promise:

It is my longing to see,

the rising and setting Sun,

so that I may respect my vow.

That honor might be with me

when this tapestry of life is done.

It cannot be unraveled now.

I don’t care if this night goes on forever.

Polaris you are more than I dared wish for.

However, some things are not as they seem.

If only for this moment, we are in thought together.

For you have healed this hollow in my core,

but all I have left to give is a dream.

To proclaim the Sun’s name,

to the heavens, I swore it!

and things cannot be left to chance.

My love. My truth. My blame.

I cannot ignore it.

Nothing is ever happenstance.

but is not reality born,

out of a dream, this dream of you?

What will this life have in store?

I did not seek the desire to form,

this dream to consider you.

so, I implore, tempt me no more.

And Mother Earth,

You are the world-given life,

by the heavenly bodies above.

In you I find worth,

Beyond my strife!

So, I will give to the Sun my love.

I am grateful for your affection,

though I entertain my desire for romance,

Could you subsist with another?

this is perplexing.

Yet, to protect you, I cannot take the chance

of a midnight lover.

Terra Gaia, Tellus, I give,

to you my devotion,

Stardust and moonlight.

I love for you to live,

to move your seas and oceans,

and live for you to love my light.

The moon concedes to the Sun:

I never conceived a few words spoken foolishly,

would leave me only with dreams.

If it were not for this world between.

I never envisioned how lonely this space could be,

with a universe of schemes.

So, I will silence my dream.

The stars will shine in the heavens above.

The Earth will shine below.

All will be cherished by mortal minds.

In mortal hearts, I will find love,

as I reflect on a star’s rainbow,

and time defines.

The Sun rebukes Veracity:

Dark Rock, your soul is revealed!

Honor you have none.

How dare you speak such!

The motives you’ve concealed,

are now seen by everyone.

For reputation, you clutch.

to steal my flame,

to steal my reflection,

to shine as your own,

to make yourself a name.

Enough of this deception!

Your treachery is known.

Your core is cold,

detached and alone,

this talk of truth, your reality,

regurgitated lies, though bold.

Your heart is made of stone!

Your words have no validity.

Your syrupy words, nauseating,

Fall like lead.

You have no life of your own,

so, in mine, you’re permeating,

because you are dead.

Yet I hear the earth groan.

So, keep your vow,

and in darkness fall,

lest the Earth be torn.

It is too late now.

It has been heard by all.

If faithless though be warned!

The Moon Accedes to the Sun:

Yes, I shall keep my vow,

and forsake my sanity.

Yet hold onto silent dreams.

With light, there will be a shadow,

a reflection of your vanity,

despite worldly schemes.

I saw your face,

of sunshine a glow,

and fell in love with its fire.

And my disgrace

is that I did not know.

The difference between love and desire.

Although dark,

by night, the lovers, dream of light.

And this shadow, which is my being,

will not be torn apart,

by wrong or right,

to prevent true hearts from seeing.

The hope that shines

in my core

Though cold,

Holds light that blinds,

motives pure,

and dreams bold.

Yet as surely as you set,

And as surely as you rise,

I will treat you of the kind.

For in this, I owe you a debt.

Of desires deception, I am now wise.

If conscience enters your mind,

if only to hope,

with the dawning day,

love comes back to me.

If only this dream in its scope,

may someday,

Become some other reality.

If a dream

is all I have to show,

now and through eternity.

Then I shall dream,

and let all on earth know,

there is more than this travesty!

Yes, I am the moon!

and in my gravity,

lovers by my light,

shall in passion swoon,

to reverie and fantasy,

in the moonlit night.

As eternity treads this celestial sea,

if your orbit is found loyal,

faithfully a step ahead and behind,

you can trust that you will find me.

For I am Selene Royal,

Of free will and sound mind.

Planet X speaks:

A speck of solar dust,

The moon is accused.

Rest in this reality.

Are we not absent of relational lust,

with relative science fused?

I am Planet X.

I am both a letter, number,

And an unknown quantity.

Are we categorized by sex?

Who has the say to encumber

us with a mindless category?

Be at rest Terra Soil,

Many names have you.

You are all these and more, have you?

As a Mother, you toil,

With Father Time, you grew.

But you exist beyond this I assure you!

Bright star adored by mortal man,

all days are numbered, even yours.

You are not the brightest in all of creation.

The hand of time is moved by God’s plan.

Even the brightest, the black hole obscures.

You live only to serve your station.

As you orbit be at rest.

All are equal in this solar family tree.

Feeble minds categorize,

To determine who is best.

In truth, it is best, to be free.

The Mysterious responds to Planet X:

Planet X, mysterious and wise,

You speak with an otherworldly voice.

In your words, truth and wisdom rise,

For you see beyond our limited choice.

You remind us that all are but dust,

Tiny specks in this vast universe.

Our labels and categories are a must,

For our minds to make sense and converse.

But we should not forget our unity,

As members of this cosmic family.

Our differences make us unique,

But our similarities make us divine.

We all have a role to play and seek,

To fulfill our purpose and shine.

Thank you for your cosmic insight,

And for reminding us of our place.

May we continue to grow in light,

And honor the beauty of space.

The Earth responds:

This wisdom is great, beyond that of any star,

but what is a world without love and passion?

Must we accept a life without an ardent partner?

Am I not to be a matchmaker?

Is it wrong to seek a love that will not mar,

the essence of our existence and compassion,

to unite with another and conquer?

Am I not the child of creation?

We do not seek to appease the conceit of a star

or to be controlled and discarded like a pawn.

We seek a partner with whom to share our light,

To seek companionship cannot be wrong,

together, to explore the universe afar,

to create a new dawn,

and to shine brighter and more luminous, in the night.

Before time ends, or when time ends

perhaps we are destined to be alone,

to wander the universe, a lonely planet.

But if there is a chance for love and companionship,

Is it not a chance worth taking?

We will seek it out, on our own,

and not just take what is granted,

but rather, seek out a love that is a true partnership.

Can I release this task?

Must we continue to search,

for a star that is worthy of our love and respect?

And if we do not find one, will we despair?

In this chase, I am no match,

For in the end, it is not the search,

but the journey and the quest,

that makes life worth living, and love worth the care.

This epic I relinquish.

The constellations respond to Planet X:

Your words are wise,

and remind us of our place.

We are all mere specks in the sky,

spinning in endless space.

Our names and titles may vary,

but in the end, we are all one.

Bound by the same cosmic ferry,

revolving around the same burning Sun.

But let us not forget the beauty,

in our diversity and unique light.

For each has its duty,

and its special sight.

The Sun reflects:

Has all of this creation been explored?

I desire simply to give life and light.

And though my days may be numbered,

I do not seek simply to be adored,

I will shine with all my might.

Let us not be encumbered,

by petty categories or hierarchy.

For we are all part of this wonder,

For we are all connected in existence,

this vast and mysterious galaxy.

disconnected is to be torn asunder

orbital gravity requires our consistence.

So let us celebrate our differences,

in this wisdom I agree,

and appreciate each other’s worth.

In ages to come and ages hence,

I am an equal and nobody is greater than me,

even the tiny planet we call Earth.

These celestial words are kind and thoughtful,

and I am grateful for all concerned,

Perhaps my destiny is to shine on my own,

I am not the one scheming or plotful,

I am the one that has been spurned,

yet sharing light with all worlds, not just one.

The Cosmos is one, a constant presence,

and its combined wisdom is to be revered.

But it is not a substitute for companionship.

Only God is true omnipresence,

and God knows reputations unjustly besmeared,

cannot be made right by fellowship,

We must learn to be comfortable with ourselves,

embrace our solitude, and find joy in our light.

Only then can we truly share ourselves with others,

Let mortal mind gossip amongst themselves,

my passion is devotion, and I oppose this fight.

Does the definition differ between love and lovers?

Without losing our identity.

let us all shine bright,

and find peace in our radiance.

Let us orbit as we were meant to be,

with good foresight,

to find peace in each other’s brilliance.

From a hypothetical existence

comes my final word

let all creation fall silent to reflect.

All are the same in co-existence.

No more relational bounds be heard.

All are individuals in respect.

Mortal minds love.

And mortal minds divide.

All are mortal in creation.

Time rules, both below and above.

Beyond time all will at some point, abide.

So ends this declaration.