Reverie

And so, the Moon king and his queen cheers their cups to the setting sun. Tide rolls in as the light of day slowly fades into the stars. Though words are silent spoken an understanding has been found and together realising that though the other should never expect to fill the others cup, it appears they themselves must part ways to find the shining light inside them. For some say that star that burns the brightest, burns out twice as long, but what if it is just burning slowly through the galaxy on it's own little journey, unseen, unheard, you wouldn't even know it's there. The king heads to the ocean to find what lies ahead and the lady to the forest where she finds solace in the trees. Souls take their courses and paths take different routes, maybe one day they will meet again under the weeping willow tree. With its leaves so silver the light in their eyes shines brighter than a thousand angels wings. Perhaps one day they will see how much of the other they really had or perhaps their paths will never cross again. Time will tell this tale but for now let sleeping dogs lie still and quiet dreaming of those wild horses that galloped through the night.

Sigh no more my darling sigh no nevermore