She awoke in the east determined to find him.
That which she only glimpsed when,
from time to time,
they shared the aether.
Always the same, this.
Forever searching.
And so she traversed this earthly world in wonderment,
smiling upon all she encountered.
Not alone, all that flourished and grew,
but everything.
From the sand that once had been
a majestic mountain,
to the waters which reflected her beauty
as she paused
midday in thought.
Some cursed her in jealousy,
for they were not as bright
and warm and nurturing as she.
They of the darkness.
There were those who bathed in her warmth and
cared little of what others thought,
but only of her presence as
strands of her glistening hair
streamed down to
caress their skin.
To her, they were but shadows cast
yet she loved them still.
As she continued her journey,
a few would stop their daily toil
and were happy
just to know she was there,
intangible.
Only her love itself
was felt
shining brightly upon them.
Within them.
But those she left behind
in her wake
grew wearisome and the light that
had shone so tenderly began to fade,
and darkness followed.
Eventually she was lured ever westward
where she lingered,
content in the knowledge that is where her
destination had always been,
awaiting his arrival.
But it was never meant to be.
It could not be,
for they were as different as darkness is to light,
of death is to life.
She returned, as the dawn,
in the east.
Reborn.
Her circle complete.
Once again she begins her continual search
until her life turns cold,
her energy depleted,
as she closes her eye
in timeless sleep.
That which she only glimpsed when,
from time to time,
they shared the aether.
Always the same, this.
Forever searching.
And so she traversed this earthly world in wonderment,
smiling upon all she encountered.
Not alone, all that flourished and grew,
but everything.
From the sand that once had been
a majestic mountain,
to the waters which reflected her beauty
as she paused
midday in thought.
Some cursed her in jealousy,
for they were not as bright
and warm and nurturing as she.
They of the darkness.
There were those who bathed in her warmth and
cared little of what others thought,
but only of her presence as
strands of her glistening hair
streamed down to
caress their skin.
To her, they were but shadows cast
yet she loved them still.
As she continued her journey,
a few would stop their daily toil
and were happy
just to know she was there,
intangible.
Only her love itself
was felt
shining brightly upon them.
Within them.
But those she left behind
in her wake
grew wearisome and the light that
had shone so tenderly began to fade,
and darkness followed.
Eventually she was lured ever westward
where she lingered,
content in the knowledge that is where her
destination had always been,
awaiting his arrival.
But it was never meant to be.
It could not be,
for they were as different as darkness is to light,
of death is to life.
She returned, as the dawn,
in the east.
Reborn.
Her circle complete.
Once again she begins her continual search
until her life turns cold,
her energy depleted,
as she closes her eye
in timeless sleep.