Alex's thoughts of Hazel-
I stared at her endlessly as she performed her flawless dance...it poisoned me like the sun's rays. Watching weakened me, yet I continued....
Gently rise and gently fall. She had the hair of waterfalls; she had the skin of ice. I wanted to touch the soft powered snow that was her skin. But no matter how desperately I desired, I knew I could not. I would freeze under her misty, watchful gaze. I would freeze, and she would break.
...I want to break too.
She is the moon. My lust for the evening stars continue. The sun may burn me, bleed me, bury me. But the moon will always rise, and my dreams will be healed once more.
When the sun rises, I beg her not to say her farewells. Not to leave me with the cruel master of harsh, morning light. Don't make me accept it. Let me live in the dream where I can see her. Even if I break....
I don't mind breaking for you.
But suddenly the dancing ceases. Night and day are shattered shards of the past, worthless articles banished to the back of my mind. I am asleep nor awake.
Her hair softly floats down to her back, no longer kissing the air with the sweet scent of lunar blossoms. Her back is turned, and I feel the true loss of me.
She's turning around.
The midnight sky sleepily blinks behind her, stars glowing and fading, unable to decide whether or not they wish to be present to witness heaven's play. My heart stops, and my words fail. Breath is no longer a concern of this world. Life isn't a concern, but just a detail. Just a mindless detail like the color of the grass or the hues of the sky when it's burned by the setting of the sun.
When she faces me, I don't even notice that I'm here. I've forgotten my existence. Her eyes see everything, regardless of whether or not it is in your mind. Amber yellow, and pulsating with life and meaning that can't be unraveled. They see through me, and freeze my breath before it even exits my lungs. I'm seized by her now, and she won't let me go.
...But I don't mind.
And I do believe that...
...She smiled at me.
Suddenly everything melts. Everything is warm. Everything is new. Her eyes are no longer piercing or capable of filling me with fear. Sacred, yet benevolent.
Oh, have the years changed her.
She extended a soft hand. Soft hands, soft smile...She closed her eyes and opened them. This action seemed so out of place; as though it was too human. And she was certainly above humans; above me. She was wrought in divinity, and clad in grace.
Somehow my lust for the night compelled me and I moved my hand towards her silky palm. She smiled so sweetly my heart almost broke then. I closed my eyes, wishing words could describe me. Wishing words could describe us.
For the first time in my life, I surrender my mind to something illogical.
I don't think. I feel.
