Sick within my solitude I pleaded with father time,
Mother nature would not budge her renewing hand to help mine,
She said all will be as it always was,
And nothing can eliminate death.

I asked the old man of the ancient sands of age,
If he might prolong the night for some time,
That I may get away?

I asked a favor of the night,
That I may have but one disguise,
A cloak of shadow that that I may see my love,
Without him seeing me.

I took to the wind and followed the stars,
Till finally I reached the moon,
He was wasting away among the creatures of the night,
Amusing himself with passing pleasures.

I hid within his shadow and waited,
At last I spoke at the approaching dawn of the day,
I asked him of his heart,
Whether it was not complete?

“Who dares to haunt my shadow?
The dark side of the moon is no safe place,
One would die from fear and loneliness,
As for my heart I have none,
And if I did it would never be complete.”

“I am not afraid of the darker side of the moon,
I am but a passing spirit,
I believe I can be of some help to you,
You appear to suffer from the very symptoms you threaten to inflict on me.”

I stayed for many days within the shadow of the moon,
Each night was colder than the last,
Fear crept into my soul with each day that passed,
I found myself missing home.

“I must go,” I told the moon one night,
The creatures of darkness were beginning to stir,
“Your darkness has taken over me and I am wishing for the light.”

“What spirit are you that you need the warmth of the light?
Such is for angels and mortal beings,
You are not what you claim to be.”

In his anger at my deception he captured me,
I was thrown into his silver keep in the heavens,
Where he promised I would pay dearly for my lies.

In fear I cried out to him and threw off my cloak and shadow,
My tears poured forth as I confessed and made apology,
But at this his anger only grew.

I asked you not to return,
I wished you to have a better life,
And you repay me with,
Reckless disobedience and lies!”

I pleaded with him for my life,
That my only crime was love,
All I wanted was to be by his side,
But my tears fell on a heart of stone.

Without even a final farewell,
He banished me to the distant stars,
My punishment was a million years,
Without the light of the sun or moon,
Or the shelter of my many trees,
In the distant forest of time and memory.

I’d never known my moon to show such cruelty,
To banish his only love,
Surely he knew he would only hurt himself more than I,
For I loved him all the more,
And love can overcome anything.

I was not alone in my grief,
I had the stars for company,
They carried the news about my moon,
They told me every thousand years,
Each day cost my moon a thousand tears,
For the punishment he regretted dearly,
Never had he been so alone.

In all my desperation for my grieving moon,
I asked the stars to aid me,
I placed within his sight,
A constellation of my love,
That he may never feel alone,
For in my banishment my heart was still his,
As it had always been.

I wait and hope for the day,
My moon will release me from my exile,
That my hearts design in the sky,
Will be enough to break the stone about his heart,
For love is stronger than death itself,
And if mine is not, it is not love,
And I pledge to perish dearly for it,
If I ever fail my moon.

Circa 2008