The moon’s laughter
Threw sparks over
The heavens of
Apollo’s gardens.
Reflections of a warrior in the water.
Cold blue steel
Of armor on his back
He stood there, fierce.
Soft tread on green moss
The rustle of her gown as she passes him by
Fairy wings mirrored
In a spear.
Lost without one another
Both alone with their feelings
They ache for that moment of reunion
That’s waiting for them at the end of the horizon
Under the laughing moon.
Crystal Stars ~ HarmonICE-Health 