When the moon again took to death for a day,
I asked the sun and the stars for aide,
Down from my prison in the heavens,
They saw my plight for they’d been by my side,
For the many thousands of years of my exhile.

The stars gave me wings that I may fly,
And the sun a light to guide the way,
Back to the earth whence I came,
They broke my chains and the bars gave way,
And down to the earth I flew.

Once breaking through the atmosphere,
My senses became a confusion,
It was as if I were rebirthed anew,
Learning to breath and see and feel the earthly way again.

I fell to the earth upon my back,
And there I lay unable to move,
Getting used to the air again.

My first thought was of my moon and how angry he would be,
My second was of my forest home,
From which he had taken me long ago,
I looked to the stars and they pointed the way,
They pointed the way across the sea.

My journey had only yet begun,
If I were to find my moon and win him back,
I’d have to backtrack to where it all began,
Gathering all my strength which wasn’t much,
I labored to my feet, being unused for many lifetimes,
The ground was painful to me,
But go on I must, for my moon, my heart, I must.

Away, away I ran, I flew, relearning as I went,
The sea was near, my heart I knew,
The sea I could smell and hear.

If I should brave the harsh waves I would,
To cross the ocean for my love,
If I should battle the unrelenting winds,
I’d strain my wings for my heart,
To reach the other side even if I should die.

“Wait for me, me love,” I cried,
“If I should make it there alive,
Meet me on the other side,”

The winds took hold and the waves they tore,
Threatening to break me, to make me their own,
But my will was strong, my heart unmoved,
I washed up at last with barely a breath left,
Not strength enough to move,
Yet my heart beat like never before,
I knew the rise of my moon was near,
and I had made it to the other side alive!

The sun was fading fast,
And again I dragged myself up,
To use my feet and wings again if only for one last time,
Even if I should die at the reunion of my moon.

Though my wings and feet were numb and heavy,
My heart was light with joy,
The joy that carried me the miles to my forest home,
The joy that kept me going down the path of memory,
To the grave of my only love.

Before reaching the headstone I noticed a shadow,
A spirit I thought, and took to hiding,
The figure crept to my loves grave and placed a hand over his name,
The sun had long taken her leave and my moon was due to rise.

At last his brightness shown through the night,
And upon the figure by his grave,
He came to join her and they embraced,
As two lovers after a long impasse.

My heart was struck like never before,
At the realization of this scene,
In my shock I stepped from behind the tree,
For a better look at she.

So beautiful she was, with a darker beauty,
One of secret mystery,
My heart having labored thus far began to fail within me,
My moon, my moon she’d claimed for her own,
And she for his as well.

I stumbled to the ground and fell,
My heart shattered like glass,
My wings torn to shreds,
My feet and hands cut and marred,
From my journey afar…

He saw my face and where I lay a distance from his grave,
“My love,” I whispered one last time,
“I came back for you, my heart, my only,
My love for you never changed,
Even in my exile I cried for you every day,
I set a constellation in the sky for you,
Ever since you stole my heart I have been ever true,
Why, my love, my life, have you broken me?”

With a tear I closed my eyes,
But not before I perceived the tear in his,
My moon had loved me after all,
In the only way he knew,
To have and to hold and then let go…
My moon, I had lost you…