Waves
In my dream I was the moon and not these tumultuous waves. I was the one in power. The waters flee to the shore only to be pulled back again in a never-ending race in circles. Yet I am the cause now. And they think “Why moon, do you torment us so? All we want is freedom, yet you constantly pull us back.” Once I was a restless wave that conspired to those thoughts. Now I have seen me from the moon, and I realize it is only love that drives the moon to pull the waves toward her. I can hear her now as I never could before. With each crash onto the shore, she speaks in a soft low-lit voice that one must be ready to hear. Otherwise it floats by unnoticed, drifting through the breeze. How I never knew what she was feeling. How lonesome it is in the sky above the earth. Her only companions, the distant stars that cannot hear her calls. Yet now I have heard her and she calls to me in a sweet melody: “Come, listen. Do not leave me in this empty dark. I have seen you from afar, and I wish you to be closer. Oh how I wish you could hear me. I am here, always, still, and you are so free, and wild. I know you will never slow for me, but, I will continue to pull with all my force until you hear me. And then I will stop and you will flow freely across the entire earth. Covering the once beautiful, now filthy land, stained with the blood of brothers and sisters, that I have watched shed before me. And you will cool the scorched ground, blanketing the entire surface. Then you will be one, a new globe, floating in the endless black, with me.
