Author’s Note

This piece began with distance.

Not just physical distance, but the strange emotional distance that forms when two people exist beneath different skies, different suns, different versions of the same moon.

I found myself thinking about how science fiction—especially something like Star Wars—often uses planets and galaxies to talk about deeply human feelings: isolation, longing, escape, hope, belonging.

That became the emotional framework for this poem.

Tatooine and Coruscant aren’t just locations here. They represent emotional states. One is harsh survival. The other feels alive with possibility. The movement between them became a way of talking about wanting closeness badly enough that even entire worlds begin to feel traversable.

The twin suns imagery mattered to me especially because it captures contradiction so well: existing in two emotional spaces at once, living beneath one sky while mentally reaching toward another.

There’s also a quiet tension running through the piece between time and distance. The longer you care about someone far away, the more those concepts start blending together. Waiting becomes geography. Time zones become emotional landscapes. Even sunrise and moonrise begin carrying emotional weight.

At its core, this poem is about gravitational pull.

About the people who make “elsewhere” start feeling more like home than the place you currently stand.

And about the quiet ache of wanting to bridge impossible distances anyway.

— Rowan Evans

Twin Suns, Sister Moons
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Sun lit skies—

it’s sunrise,
and I open my eyes
already lost in thought.
Believe it or not,
it’s you I’m thinking of.

Time—
the quiet ticking
of the clock.
Seconds turn to minutes,
minutes to hours—
but time is also distance.

The distance between
my sun and yours,
between two versions
of the moon.

And I’m stuck
living between both.
Under my sky,
and by yours—

Tatooine days
under twin suns
and sister moons—

You make me
want to escape this place,
outer rim to the core worlds—
desert to the city,
Tatooine to Coruscant.

I want to make
your sky mine—

share in your sun’s shine,
make your moon
the centerpiece
for our nights.

Moon lit skies—

the moon rises,
quiet and patient,
and I feel it again—
that pull toward you,
toward elsewhere,
toward the place
my heart keeps trying to reach.

Journey into the Hexverse…

[It’s You I Choose]
A poem about devotion, vulnerability, and the quiet decision to stay. Sometimes love isn’t certainty—it is choosing someone anyway.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]