moonman

The girl and the Moon have remained friends all her life. Inspiring her daily, he has relieved much of her artistic agony. He recognizes her sensitive tendencies, never disappointing the girl’s life with his wisdom and friendship. The Moon has loved this girl like his own and she has loved the Moon back, as he has been her greatest mentor.  Many times she would ask him for advice.  Listening to her with intent, he always prepared his responses with great responsibility. Usually, his answers were short, concise and simple. There were no riddles within his words or phrases, their weight possessing a sense of experience, which always kept the girl on her toes.  The girl absorbed every word of his with vital trust.  Sometimes she marinated their significance over decades and sometimes they were understood in a few minutes.

The girl never questioned him, for all these years he had been lighting up the girl’s mind and the night sky with a secret devotion.  What separated him from the rest was his undying love for the Sun.  Every morning and night he has guarded, from afar, his bright, golden love, the Sun, almost 300,000 miles way, an unfathomable distance for anyone in love.  “She is the most beautiful piece in this universe,” the Moon said to the girl, one day.  His voice trembled slightly as he said this, causing little ripples upon the Pacific, up onto the shoreline; it’s cold water lapping over the girl’s toes.  The girl wished she could hug her friend, the Moon, knowing all too well love's profound influence.

The Sun and Moon’s love has been, what humans might find, inconceivable.  For millions of years, the Sun has perpetually warmed and cooled her love, the Moon and given the nature of true love, the Moon always relinquishes himself for the Sun.  His loyalty to her has been a sacrifice -  unfailingly letting her light bounce off him, thus bringing light upon the earth's darkness when she has fallen back behind the horizon. 
The Moon always reminded the girl, "To love is to be vulnerable and give of yourself." 
"But for whom, then?" the girl asked.  His love, the Sun, was reflecting off him with a compelling force that night. His great wing of light caused a shadow behind the girl's body, her face saturated in his moonlight.  Under the Moon's breath, soft enough not to disturb his responsibility to the tides, he simply replied, “You’ll know.”

Paul Kozal

Paul Kozal