Moon cross the Sun

 The moon shines through the darkness, feminine, maternal and illuminating. Her protection for nature, her children and her Love. 

She rushes through the woods, ready for a hunt. Drawing her golden bow, preparing for a marvel of a show.

She sees him sitting along the water next to a flame, curiosity, if he does the same.

Hesitantly approaching, while she feels the heat, totally aware as her heart skips a beat. 

As their eyes meet, all stands still, he is now aware of her subtle chill.

Before they know it, hours have past, time ticks on, only fate knows, will it last? 

Laughter echoes through the air, much in common and so much care.

The feelings mutual, strong and bold, friendship racing through the cold.

The night nears its end, showing the sun just over the bend.

A new day dawning, soon will come mourning.

From ashes of dark, a Phoenix shall rise, she couldn’t foresee a lovers dimise. 

For jealousy has a bitter sting and lies from a sun the rays of the ring.

The ocean will fill with his blood, her tears will run, the dirt made mud.

Eternal shall they know his glory, in the stars placed forever their story. 

 Art and poem © 2015 Cynthia Jauch 

“Be Real, Be True, Be Honest, Be YOU.”

Xx