Erastis (lover)

I have lived a life sheltered, small beneath elder pines, shadowed by mountain crescendos, and guarded by the toxic quill of the Hawthorne tree. Each swelling of my heart is met by a cordon of a thousand living thorns.
 
Immured by an ideal of love, or what love was meant to be, I withered in the cruel reality of unlit days, too hidden to feel the sun's warmth. With only the night to soothe my longing, I hid quietly beneath its veils, stunted. A tragic heart is never granted safe passage and only death creates new life.
 
My body was weakend, unable to contain the beating of my own sorrow and I found darkness my only escape. I became night, set free to dance among the rhythms of owlsong while mother moon spun silk upon my naked skin. Stars glistened on my cheeks as I wore the velvet air like a fine perfume, blossoming into transcendence.
 
That is where I found you, waiting, adrift among atramentous skies, your eyes oppressive reflections of my own. Your name is Erastis, my breath of life, my fruition. Drenched in midnight, you brushed my lips with moonbeams, our nameless path remaining hung between the stars.  
 
 
    (Photo by Yuichi Takasaka / www.blue-moon.ca)