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The Moon and Her Lover

He waits.

He waits in the meadow,
Far passed the trees,
Far beyond every living soul.
Far beyond the quiet of the
Blue-black sky.

He waits.

They don’t understand why
He does it.
They’ve stopped asking him.

They don’t understand how
He continues on.
They just know.

He waits.

Stories say that they were together
Once.
Living,
Running through the fields together.
Loving,
Wrapped in each other’s arms
Every single night.
Kissing,
Making love until the sun smiled down
On them.

They would talk about
Mystical places,
In faraway lands.
They would dream about the family
They would have together.
Their children would run in the same
Meadow that he waits for her in now.
They would thank the gods for
How happy they were together.

But then,
The gods chose her.
Chose her for her beauty.
Her wisdom.
Her love.
She was chosen,
From all others
To bring the light to the lost,
And life to the oceans and the seas.
With her guiding them,
The animals of the night
Would flourish.
And the stars would shine because
Of her tenderness.

His heart was broken.
He bayed at the sky each night.
Angry at the gods for cursing them.
Angry because his true love was gone.

But she came to him one night,
Held him her arms one last time
And spoke in a secret code
That only he would understand.
Then she kissed him softly
And caressed his cheek.
And like the wind through the forest,
She was gone.

Every night since that night,
He waits.
As the sun sets slowly in the west,
The anticipation in his belly builds.
The memories of her kiss
And the gentle touch of her hand
On his chest, fill his thoughts.

The sky darkens
And the stars begin to wake.
The hoot owls begin their night song
As he waits for her.

The city lights turn on and sprinkle
The landscape with a dim shimmer.
The hustle and bustle of it
Slows to a quiet hum,
As he waits for her.

And then, as he watches the shadows
Of the trees grow beneath his feet,
And the lightning bugs begin to glow,
He knows that she is here.
He can feel her.

He looks up, and she welcomes
Him with her ethereal beauty
And the love affair begins again.

The nights belong to them
As they walk through the trees,
Together.
A ritual of two lovers,
Separated but not apart,
Until she disappears into the sky again
And leaves him alone once more.

And once more,
He’ll take his place
And stand guard in the meadow,
Until she speaks those precious words
To him.
The words that will reunite them forever.

So until then,
He waits.

~KVP
Art: Unknown

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