Unreal

Seashores of  glitter
no  tears  and  no  sand,
the  moon  kept  us  company
as  we  entered  hand  in  hand

Promises  
made  of  love  and  life,
said  under  the  moon’s  pale  light.
Our  love  was  eternal  then
as  your  hair  shone  beautiful  that  night  

You
the  sol  (soul),
to  my  luna,
What  has  happened  to  us  my  love?

Has  our  love  burned  out  like  the  stars?