Twilight Garden
Across
the garden he walked, tall and beautiful, bearing the marks
of
his race, pure silver white hair styled ornately for the court.
Two
steps behind him, hands clasped demurely before her hidden in
the
voluminous folds of her multi-layered kimono the moon to the sun
of
his eyes. Two steps further behind walked the next woman, her
hair
as dark as the sky at midnight, her eyes as violet as the suns
dying
burst of color on the sea, the simpler kimono she wore denoting her
lesser status.
Onto
cushions, they knelt the moon to the right, and midnight sky to
the
left of the golden sun. A cacophony of silence descended as
they
watched birds in their flight while within the twilight
garden
secrets
took root.
Golden
eyes studied both women, youkai and ningen; bride and
concubine,
moon and sky. "I must…"
The moon looked down upon the sky and plotted, "I will…"
The sky looked into the garden and smiled, "I love…"
Above
the garden, the hawk captured the dove as the sun set and the
moon
smiled.
