Promises

She remembered when they first met, he promised her anything, and she lay in his arms cradling the golden moon he had plucked out of the sky and placed at her feet, and when she asked for a necklace of stars, he had picked the finest ones out of the milky way and hung them around her neck, and when they awoke she had begged him for ribbons for her hair, he reached into the morning sunrise and selected the finest mauves and pinks and she had laughed and tied them into her curls for him to see.. And together they had lain on the grassy cliff watching the symphony of the morning sun as it pulled itself out of satin sheets and got ready for another day, and she turned her head away from the sun and fell into a deep sleep with her head on his chest, and she dreamed of milk white ponies with silver bridles galloping across the clouds, and she thought of how much she had loved him and how she would never stop loving him.. But when she awoke, the sun was hot and when she turned over in the grass, he was no longer there, and the moon was back in the sky, pale and far away, the stars at her throat were gone, and reaching for her hair, she wore none of the ribbons he had given her, and when she called out his name over and over, the words crumbled to dust at her feet, and were swept away in the morning wind.