A Love Story.

"I don't need to know you
 to remember that you and I are one."
said Mother Moon to Father Sun

"I have stood beside you
since matter burst forth from the black void explosively
and light embraced darkness with tender tenacity,"


"Across centuries
you have shined your light on me
and I have reflected back to you
ancient love and sacred, visceral beauty.
Ours is not a bipolar duality,
our reality rests in singularity"

And Father Sun turned to Mother Moon
"Your soul feels familiar,
I recognize you in me,
I am bound to thee
by the grace of infinite love
and divine mercy.
Your devotion I accept with humility
and fidelity to you I swear
by the power of three times three"

And so it came to be
that this love story
could be heard in the lyrics of songs
sung by light-bearing faery folk,
in the thick of enchanted woods
into the wee hours of dawn
as they danced around sanctified fires
that burned ever so bright
night after night

Their words of melody
woven through air with wizard thread,
once spoken aloud-
instantly plucked by the wind
to be carried forth through the sky,
floating downwards,
whizzing with great speed
straight into the ears of old wives
who frequently can be heard to tell
magical stories of pennies
dropped in wishing wells.