The goddess of the moon was tall and willowy, with skin like
the pale blue of twilight that shimmered with each movement. Her hair was black
as coal and filled with all the stars of the sky. Her face was etched with high
cheekbones and a long straight nose. Her eyelashes were black as the night and
lay thick upon her cheeks. Her beauty was cold and whispered through the night.
She was loved sorely by the sun god, whose skin shone bronze
and bright. His hair was red like fire and his eyes green emeralds. His
eyebrows were strong and swept like an eagle’s wings across his angular face.
His lips were full and luscious and from them came a voice so strong and pure
it seemed to vibrate through your bones.
But it was not to be, for they were not a match, but
opposites, doomed to chase each other through the skies for all eternity. For
each could not survive the other. She
doused his flame with her icy stillness and the brilliance of his light
eclipsed her subtle shimmer.
But so great was his longing for her, that he scoured the
world for another to take his place. Thousands of years wore on, and in his
despair the sun turned to less worthy candidates. He looked for a man so hungry
for power that he would look to assume to role of the sun for his glory. And so
the tragedy came to pass, that he was found. The sun offered the most beautiful
and powerful of men the chance to assume his role in the skies, and without
hesitation he took it and crowed his glory to the world.
The former sun raced through the skies, his light ever
dimming, to finally be close to she who held his heart. When she saw him, she
wept for joy. She never believed that this day would ever come and had resigned
herself to her despair. As their lips met for the first time, he was subsumed
into her very soul, binding them for all eternity. Theirs was a perfect match
of yin and yang, and they lived in harmony as one being – and he is often
referred to as the man ‘in’ the moon, for that is what he became: a man who lived
in his lover’s heart, who cherished her so deeply that he would choose never to
be parted from her. Each month we see them dancing back and forth, waxing and
waning in the sky, with her hair blanketing the sky as it streams out behind
her as she spins in delighted circles.
The price of this love, dear one, for there is always a
price, is that we now have a sun that is trying to draw ever nearer to earth.
He wants to consume the world with his power, to show his might and glory for
the world to see. He is beginning to feel how lonely power is. It sets you
apart from other people, and places a weight on your shoulders that you cannot
see and cannot tell. It is never something to be taken lightly, as he did. And
it is not something to be sought. That is why he seeks more power, for he does
not understand that only when a man is happy with what he has can he ever be at
peace. Power, wealth, position and all the strength in the world will not grant
him what he seeks. He needs the moon; a moon of his own. For it is only when he
finds his balance that he will be content, and until that day, he will torment
this land with drought and fire and tides so high they sweep all away in their
path. What we need, my boy, is to find what it is this sun seeks.
(c) RG
