Long ago
In a land where the moon rose
There was a simple woman
With the silver in her hair.
She walked.
Through a forest of the trees
Which shone unreasonable bright
Through a forest of the birds
Whose songs ser’naded night.
Past the wild forests and through the empty towns
Past the empty cities with the moon above their heads,
They walked together, hand in hand:
The woman and her history,
The moon amidst the trees.
They walked for the edge of the world.
The moon bled into her skin
She swallowed it like too much time
her eyes a-gleam with power
That the lessened knew no more.
Her fingers dug into the shore
The moon bled on the land
Like her power had gutted a star.
In an empty kingdom full of empty hearts;
She closed the eyes of Legend that were pale as the glass.
She stopped the siege of beauty
With the moon on her skin
With the blue in her eyes
She offered, then, her only heart
As much as she’d given the moon to the sand.
‘I have always served you.
I have always cared.
My heart has been my strength, your boon
The gift accorded me by God
And the council I feel from your touch by my fingers.
I am the shimmer of the moon
I own the eyes of pale glass.
I am the song on Riverside
the silver in the night.’
She opened those eyes; blinked away tears
Tears that felt as heavy as ice
When you pound to get back to the air.
‘Please,’ whimpered the Eliac
She of the silver hair,
she of the pale glass in-eye
She of the touch so gentle
it could be ignored by angels,
‘Please, I am in love.’
But there was no reply
From the wisdom of the world.
‘Help my human heart.
Heal human wounds.
I have summon hurricanes
I have swept the lands with rain
I have sung the river in the bars of men
I have touched the ocean
With my dulcet fingertips.
I do not know everything;
I’m humble in my place.
I’ve felled giants, maintained peace
Sewn broken hearts together
With your voice inside my ears;
And felt your hands of heaven on their lives
Like the breath from a ghost.
Take not this heart.
Take not this soul;
Is not this mine to give?
The woman with the summer in her eyes
Is trapped inside the rivers in my heart
Is carved into the soul of me
Like water wears the stone.
There is no defense, no aid
That even you can give me?
Please, I am in love.
Save me from eternity?’
But there was no reply.
‘Please, I fear this heart, this love
Devoting myself well and truly
Please, she doesn’t want my heart!
She doesn’t want my soul!
Oh Water, take it back from her.
Oh God, pray end my suffering:
There is no battle I could make
Against the seat of Love!
I may be a warrior
I may be strong, be fast and strong
But I am not enough for her.
My God,
there is no strong man
That could lift my heavy heart
The edges curled with truth
Like a burning hunk of meat.
Please.
Please, make this stop!’
But there was no reply.
Sitting at the edge of the world
Where the water touched the land
The moon upon her skin
The soul of night inside her hair
The pale light upon the shore
From her calloused hands;
Water, overcome by love,
Wept herself to sleep.
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