I tried to love the sun, the things that they all seems to love so dearly. But always the night whispers, telling tales of the days when we wandered in the shadows, the day was theirs but the cool night, filled with the insane laughter of fuzzy brained children, the singing of the wind, was always ours. I forsook the shadows, and cast you off, to follow the Sun Maid on her twisting path. I forsook the wild night woods, and abandoned the streets.
I burned for so long in her fire, I burnt away. My mind a blaze of pain, my soul scarred and shattered by her heat, and always the night called my name, in your voice whispered on the wind. Sweet sister moon smiled down upon me, beckoning me to walk in her warm silver glow, to find the paths only she could illuminate, where once I had dared to tread, in youth, in life. Looking sadly upon her wayward child.
But the sun must always set. The fire grows cold, and the night comes to reclaim me, to awaken me, to save me.
“ I can bring you back to life”
I’m whole again. The moon still smiles down. The shadowed streets are mine. The woods wait.
Come with me. Dance with me. Walk beside me thru the world, run with me once more thru the shadowed streets, come play with me in the wild woods, embrace me once more beneath the silver moon, come with me and trade the sun for the moon and stars.
COMMENTS
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Isis101
22:49 Mar 07 2010
Very nice...you have a wonderful way with words.