drawn to the rim of water.
Looking to the mirror of the moonless sky and puerile forest,
a whisper of inspiration blankets me.
It stands up the hairs of my shell,
and its enchantment sways the trees.
Across the surface of the tarn, it dances,
and the lake murmurs my dream.
The wind ripples into existence a new moon,
but when I look up,
There is only the blackness of midnight—
its jewels scattered and faint
and void of the lunar star.
I reach to the full, fluid moon,
only to grasp the cold, sodden and incomplete blackness of midnight...
that is me.
My heart then calls out with all its hope,
and I close my eyes with a single wish for the moon to come forth:
"Be not afraid to shine, for your light by which I shall follow is needed.
Arise so that I may ascend—and wane—with you.
With the light of your timeless beauty, I am bright with honor. Please, my beloved, let us be one."
