Poem/ The Balance of Living, Part I

The Lady of the Moon begins her ascent across the velvety heavens,
her battle-maidens and the Night Warriors guard from behind,
following her trail, ever watchful and wary,
should any danger their Mistress find.

She carries her luminescent torch through the heavens,
its halo of dusky light surging forth without hesitation,
and though no one advances and lights her the way,
she admits to no fear save that of the lonely, bound by the rules of creation.

Leaving trembling uncertainty for paled and daintier brides,
the Huntress fears neither destiny nor ghosts,
she searches only for the Golden Hunter to join her for an evenings' ride,
to stand beside her as the celestial host.

A song of animal challenge pours forth from her smoothe, ivory throat,
for she knows the Hunter will hear her lyrical task,
and pause to wonder at its beauty before entering his gilded sky boat.
Once again, sailing swiftly out of her grasp, in search of his own mystery lady.

The Sun Lord ascends, his shimmering blade borne high in admission,
saluting the West whence traveled the Huntress with harvest moon tresses.
Dryad's leave their protective foliage in humble submission,
yet his heart pursues only the quest set without knowing
by the lady he chases and longs to possess...

...studded with comets and starlight, her gown is all that he sees,
though he hears from cocks-crow to twilight an echoing lyrical breeze,
a sweet song of loyal acceptance from the maidens that follow her lead,
he longs to embrace her & hold her with love, realizing that this is his need.

Reigning in his passions and inhaling her dew-moistened perfume,
he unfurls the length of his sails and speeds forth, the search to resume,
as he kens his need to be with her, a shelter from raw Northern gales,
the huntress looses a voice bolted with music, intending this time not to trail.

As the Queen of the evening draws nearer, and touches the edge of his cape,
The minions protecting the Sun Lord attempt to insure his escape,
and without a thought save to rescue, the Moon-Warriors joined in the fray,
each side unaware of the contact the Huntress and Hunter's eyes made.

A murmur of wonder arises & as quickly it started, the battle draws to a close.
The Lion and Lady are dancing, and all life quickens with revel and cheer.
Somewhere between Darkness and Daybreak we find the lovers that chose,
to wager their very existance to follow where the unfaithful would fear.

Gaining a magnum of romance, flesh touches and leaves their souls bare,
She offers her lips and their moisteness, he bends her beneath him and shares,
the strength of his body and takes her when none but the Sun Lord would dare.