moon

2003-04-10, 10:47 p.m.

there were three days when the moon was covered by clouds. on the first night, the clouds were white, like the robe of jesus as he ascended from the cross. the moon did not take notice, except for the fact that she had trouble seeing her children. her stories became caught in the white plumes, and as they reached earth the sound was distorted, sounds were stretched and squeezed like under the ocean.

on the second night, the clouds were grey and silver, she was not happy because her children went sleepless the night before. her cheeks blushed like metal in the sun, apollo was in her thoughts and she asked the clouds to leave. unmoved, the clouds clung around her, leaving the rest of the sky so clear that if romeo could have seen it, he would have found love instead of death upon Juliet's grave. She tried to sing for her children, she sang so loud that the planets woke up from their long slumbers. Mars stared at the moon, and a fire burned in his heart, his chest flared with anger and he bagan to glow crimson red.

seeing the vengeance that had been born in the eyes of Mars, Aradia became quiet, and she cried for the children of earth who, without her, could not settle into dreams for a second night. when night fell and Aradia came out to shine for all to see, the clouds had covered her a thrid time. the cluds were copper, the moon was golden, Mars had come with a shout that made even the willows creak and cower. I looked up and saw the blood dripping from the cluds' bodies. Mars had left and the moon was free to sing, and to watch the eyelids of her children soften.