The trees whisper as you walk under their lush boughs. The rivers sing
lullabies about you to their daughter streams. The earth beneath your
soles rises to meet you. The stars cannot help but to quiver and shimmer
while you move under them. The moon watches you with a rolling eye, longing
for you from a distance, with only her light able to touch you.
Under a blanket of darkness, you stand as a lonely man, driven by the glimmers of celestial bodies above you. Your destiny lies in the constellations. The trees may talk and the rivers may make melodies for you, but that alone cannot free you from the man that you must be.
But you will not be alone. I will be your shadow of light, always behind you, never fading by day or by night. I will be the moon, seeing you from a distance, envious of all things that touch you. I will be the imprint of a kiss, the warmth between your bedding, the breath cut short. I will be the pendant around your neck.
Under a blanket of darkness, you stand as a lonely man, driven by the glimmers of celestial bodies above you. Your destiny lies in the constellations. The trees may talk and the rivers may make melodies for you, but that alone cannot free you from the man that you must be.
But you will not be alone. I will be your shadow of light, always behind you, never fading by day or by night. I will be the moon, seeing you from a distance, envious of all things that touch you. I will be the imprint of a kiss, the warmth between your bedding, the breath cut short. I will be the pendant around your neck.