The Moon Is Untitled

The moon appeared late at night and a fluorescent lady shown about me with a soft voice and pale fingers she asked, "What troubles you?" I could have said several things, because in reality, I really was quite troubled But I smiled, and instead of pouring my problems, I asked her, "What troubles you?" Taken back by my response, she stared at her moon, her home and she gazed passed it, her lips quivering, eyes moistened "The people here are so complex unlike anything I've ever witnessed they are mean, cruel, thrive off pleasure, and yet their hearts are weak and easily broken their minds are so transparent, it is barely there and I worry for them, I worry for you." Her words were deeply moving, and I stared at her dress thin and woven in an unearthly satin lace and buoyant, cleansing material I asked her, "Why do you worry for others? You are beautiful and not among us, yet your heart breaks for such disgusting things." She moved beside me, her thin feet stepping gracefully on the carpet of my room through the window that opened to the sky and her hand rested on her knees and she spoke. "Child, one's past is never a glass case one's beauty is often a barrier of ugliness that lies within love is a stupid, drunken fool, who confuses everything he sees and I took part in his company. "Much time ago, when your kind was still developing, I found a man of such beauty! I was entranced by him. He had a beautiful heart, a sweetened mind he was pure and angelic, and yet among you. I fell in love with him, a forbidden thing of which I pined for him every night, wishing he could join me or I could join him But days passed, as they do on this world, he become aged, and his heart pined for someone else jealousy overthrew me, and I hated the one he loved the one he called dearest, and I sought out to kill her a dreaded decision, for once I let her fall to her death this pure, wonderful man could not bear a world without this mere, pathetic woman and he took a worthy knife and killed himself I wept for days, and I saw my love as a fool stupid and pathetic, wishing for nothing to be the same until I realized what he was a man amongst several, several of them of one I happened to love. As I am, I laughed because troubles are temporary, and are meant to be when I ask those among you every night, 'What troubles you?' I get the same answers every time. And as that pure man I loved, they will fall to their same demise."