Half Bound Moon


Yes I am bound by the moon! 

Because I am water, 

Feeling the surge of light flow through me

Pulling me in and out

 pulling me up, 

And at the same time finding myself crash down to earth.

And when I fight it,

My jelly legs wobble,

Until I figured out how to groove with it. 

So that  I could float up towards the heavens. 

Because I am bound 

Half to this earth

And half to the moon!

The Boy Who Fell in Love with the Sun and Moon

There once was a boy who would wake after the sun rose and sleep before sunset.
But one night he had a night filled with incredible dreams of birds and light. It stirred him wake right before dawn.
He looked out the window for it was the very first time no light shone through. Right as he peaked, the first gentle ray of shine shot through and he caught his first glimpse of the Sun.
He fell in love.
He ran outside and spread his arms to stretch himself as big as he could so that the warmth from the Sun would make his face tingle.
He ran and laughed with the sun.
As the weeks went by and the boy grew stronger, darker, and livelier, he would yell up to the sky as loud as he could, “Thank you for seeing me every day, I love you!” As he let the echoes carry his message to the light.
Then one day the boy felt such an energy that kept him up until the sun began to sink down over the valley.
“Where are you going Sun! Please do not leave me.” He felt a pain in his chest and fear began to come close with the growing shadow of the night.
“Sun, please do not leave me! I am scared!” And he curled into himself,
His arms wrapped tightly over his shins and his head tucked. The first heartache is always the hardest.
But he felt a soothing upon his back and glanced upward.
In the night sky a beautiful light, not like the sun, bright and warm,
but a whiteblue light made the lines in his sight glow an enchanted bright.
Again the boy fell in love.
Wiping the tears from him eyes he looked to the sky and whispered,
“And I love the Sun. But Moon how I do love your light! It makes me calm.”
The boy stayed up most of the night singing new songs, and drawing marvelous pictures of the images in his mind.
He kept smiling as he glanced up at the always changing, yet always the same familiar smiling Moon.
As weeks passed and the boy continued to play with both the Sun and the Moon, he began to feel weak.
His limbs were thinning, the bright eyes that reflect both the rays of the Sun and light of the Moon began to dim.
When he saw his beloved Sun he yelled, “I love you Sun, but I am not feeling so strong.”
Later that same evening he whispered to the magnificent Moon, “You know how I love you, but my voice is too hoarse for song tonight.”
He soon fell asleep for a couple days and had the most incredible dreams full of light and love. In his dream he saw how the Sun wrapped his warmth around him and he would stare at the Moon with love. The Moon gave him a wink and wrapped his arms around something deep inside of him and he knew. “My skin needs the Sun, but the skin of my heart feels the Moon in a fancy.”
When he awoke just in time to see the Sun peak through the trees,
The boy shouted, “I love you Sun.” Laughing out loud with the strength that he felt pushing through the core of his belly. After saying goodnight to the sun, the boy waited for his moon.
“I love you Moon! But I must lie down now” and with a heavy heart and a little misty from the parting he went to sleep.”
The boy, in his slumber, was heard laughing through the house because he saw the Moon in his dreams as he spread his owl wings and noticed his songs came out with a “Hoot!”