BESANDO LA LUNA

Only the night felt what they shared, the Willow sang a death song, her leaves fell. She mourned for them each morning, her limbs swayed in the breeze, longing to hold them. To cover them. Only a reflection could see a light they held together, but the water turned dark. The image one could not see. Out of her roots the Cedar made them a basket for which their memor could survive. She weaved their laughter, their tears, their kiss.....

No one saw when they met, the Northern Mountains just saw her come and go, and the ocean just saw her waving......Good-bye. The Rain cried for them. The Winter sun his it's warmth. The Wind blew with a vengeance, ripping and tearing, waning them to be. Only the Stars watched them silent and wistful and only the night saw the Yellowhammer besando la luna.

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