Mated To The Moon

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Silence...

The one thing that brings me peace and torment all at once.

In silence, great ideas are thought of, strategies for war are evaluated. One thinks clearly without distraction in silence.

But that's were the problem lies. For silence brings thoughts, and unfortunately, the only thing that consumes my mind in silence, is the moon.

I can't seem to get the image out of my head. The way it gliters, the aura of peace and security it radiate. The one in my dreams seem to have a personality of it's own. One of power,confidence, gentleness and love. Strange enough, I feel it has a pair of eyes it watches me with. Hands that caresses me. A voice that wants to speak, but knows I wouldn't understand it's language.

Surprisingly, I feel it has a soul that reaches out to mine, desperately wanting to bond but has no say in the matter at all.

My dreams had increased since the celebration of the goddess. It's always the same dream. Me in utter darkness and then the moon lightens my part. There's the stream that smells like the sea, and the refection of the moon in the water.

At first, I dreaded sleeping. No matter how tired I got from park meetings and trainings, I try my possible best to elude sleep. But even fear has no say when sleep comes. In situation of life and death, you can only fight it for so long before your body gives up the fight. So, just like that, I fall into the goddess's trap every single night. So much so, I have come to look forward to bed time . I appreciate it cause, I noticed that I feel refreshed after the dream.

You might wonder what I do in this trance like dream. Most times I just stare at her reflection too mesmerized to do anything else. Sometimes I find myself c the her reflection in the stream. Other times, I find myself in wolf form, and see nothing wrong in chasing her reflection around the shallow waters. I never thought I would say this, but those are the few calm, happy moments I've had in a while. Saldy, it all ends as soon as I open my eyes. A reminder of my agony, my cross, my pain and how crazy this is.

To think My wolve has come to see the moon as a "she" not a "it". It's depressing.

At times, I just moan my sorrows as I stare at the glittering stream.

But gradually, as time went by, I came to accept my fate.

Crooked and all.

Glory to the goddess!