Scoring the Moon

Bounding through the tall grass I can feel the afternoon sun warming the fur on my back as I head away from it, deftly leaping rock and crags, releasing my sorrow to the wind. And as I gain some semblance of myself I skid to a stop, the edges of dusk are reaching towards me, spreading its arms wide, I drop on my haunches and howl, not just talking to the moon or leaving a message floating on its surface for my beloved, but using my voice to engrave my love, my lust, desire, longing through my heartache, using it as a lens to carve that ever so lonely rock with my emotions. For you here I sit, heart leaping in my chest, breath ragged, not wanting to leave my lungs, being so near to the love oozing from my heart, and as I exhale impressions of your gentleness, candidness, your nails tracing my jaw line cascade down my eyelids, all the while carving my intentions upon the face of the tide’s master. It starts to quiver as my vocal claws scour its surface, all the while, longing is trying to take the stage, depress me, wallow me, sink me into my ever familiar hole and as I reach my crescendo my Shade Of My Heart’s light bursts forth from my chest allowing me to know that I have finally surpassed fantasy, no more fairytales need to run through my head, I just have to let this one run its course and my princess shall rest her head on my shoulders…. ever. So for now I’m looking at you through the looking glass, waiting for you to step through.