like the waning crescent
poised in the night sky
so too was she
now that she was
without him
him - her star bright
who had illuminated
her dark dreary life
him - never wavering
never wandering
never weaving
in and out
him - always constant
unlike the other
sky warriors cycling
round and round
but there came one
day the time of eclipse
when the blackest black
reality blocked her
vision of the brightest
of them all
and she knew in the
shadow of that moment
what she must do
she had known all along
but the dreaded time
now was nigh
and so it was that the
beautiful moon maiden
followed her fate
and disappeared into the
midnight hour not to
be seen again by
her own starlight
poised in the night sky
so too was she
now that she was
without him
him - her star bright
who had illuminated
her dark dreary life
him - never wavering
never wandering
never weaving
in and out
him - always constant
unlike the other
sky warriors cycling
round and round
but there came one
day the time of eclipse
when the blackest black
reality blocked her
vision of the brightest
of them all
and she knew in the
shadow of that moment
what she must do
she had known all along
but the dreaded time
now was nigh
and so it was that the
beautiful moon maiden
followed her fate
and disappeared into the
midnight hour not to
be seen again by
her own starlight
6 comments:
Love this one. Nica loves it. Nicely done, Gypsy!
oh, thank you, trish and nica!!! ;) thinking 'bout you all just now - literally!
new thought. Make that call. Again.
Oh, so beautiful and so sad. What would we do if that moon maiden disappeared and never reappeared? I can't imagine such a life, Jenean! Can you?
Your words... so filled with loss... are lovely.
Nevine
i do heart u, trish macgregor!!!
oh, no, nor can i imagine such a thing, nevine!!! nor can i - but she, the beautiful moon maiden is immortal just like us - she will never ever fade away!!!
Post a Comment