The moon was a man, passionate, dark, and handsome. He hid in the shadows admiring the sun from a distance. It was a time when the moon had no light, but just watched and waited in dark shadows of sky and worshiped Eglantina’s light from afar.
Then one day as Eglantina was putting on a brilliant set of morning clothes, she felt she was being watched. She looked around and noticed the handsome moon starring at her from a deep corner of space.
“Why do you stare at me so, somber moon ?”, asked Eglantina.
“I’m overwhelmed by your beauty and you leave me speechless so I can only watch you from a distance, because if I touched you I would surely die.”
Eglantina went closer to the moon and said, “You will not die if you touched me, come closer and kiss me.”
The Moon went to her and kissed her fiery lips that morning and the fire was so strong it left him glowing all day and into the night. And every morning she would kiss him again and he would rise up glowing so brightly he lit up and the light filled his whole being and the night sky was full of light.
Then one day the moon came out and said he would not receive a kiss from her that morning because he was becoming too bright, and the people on earth would have two Suns instead of one. “But I will kiss you and love you as much as I can, just not every day.”
The Moon was sad to miss the morning kiss and in his sadness he began to grow cold and dark again. But he did not become black as the night as he once was. The hope and anticipation of being with the Eglantina once more kept a few embers glowing leaving the moon to look as if he had put on a blue cloak.
And so is the legend of the blue moon.
Photography by Anastasia Traina ~ 2015 ~