The moon gets his groove on.
Bride of the Moon
by Lucas McCain
Alone, at peace, she bathed on the shore,
the shallows and deeps were her own.
Her skin aglow with the silver she wore,
a gift from the moon as he shone.
And such the moon as he was, he pined,
he pined for someone to hold,
To touch, to join together in kind,
his heart to ever enfold.
He gathered up the sea with his might
and pulled her in with the tide.
But as he called her to join the night,
the sailor came for his bride.
He saw at once what the moon dared to do,
and freed his boat from the moor.
He marked the wind as it quietly blew
and drifted out from the shore.
He sailed through waters as black as the night,
a cold and silent lagoon.
And onward still to the loneliest light,
to claim his bride from the moon.
He traced his arc through the night and the sky.
The moon came down to the sea.
And there they met, and there he did cry,
“You’ll come to the heavens with me.”
“We’ll ride in stardust and mirror the sun,
whose light has always been mine.”
“With you and I together as one,
yet twice as bright shall we shine.”
She saw the sails as they rode on the foam,
a sharpened angle of white.
“My husband comes to deliver me home,
and take me away from the night.”
He saw his lover aglow with the moon,
her face as bright as her soul.
He wept, for never could earth’s dimmest gloom
her beauty display so whole.
The wheel did turn and turned away
the boat to wander home.
“Your husband wishes that you should stay
and join me in the gloam.”
Departing from the water’s edge,
the moon embraced his bride,
And took his place among the stars,
and she took hers beside.
Forever they stroll the stardust trail,
but sometimes she will go
Away to watch her husband sail
upon the sea below.