Barely more than a white wisp of breath,
For when the sun sleeps, I am made
And I spy her pirouetting in the glades.
She is my Eve —
Skin as pale as the Milky Way;
Eyes that gleam brighter
Than even the light of day.
When she caught my eye,
I blushed and waved,
And she returned the gesture in reply.
My resolve has paid!
Suddenly! A little star clumsily
Spins out of control, tumbling
Across the wide stretch of indigo;
The opportunity is neigh!
I wished and wished
As hard as I could
To meet her on the edge of the wood,
Pleading her to follow me like I hoped she would.
Alas! My beloved raced forward!
She dashed towards the white orchid;
Hope crested and swelled in my heart,
Eager to no longer be apart.
The twittering stars egged me on —
“Hurry, hurry!” they chorus!
I think they want the best for us
As the earthy trail they shone upon.
Dawn began laughing – oh no!
My Eve lay in a bed of grass so sweet,
Her little hands tucked beneath her rosy cheek.
Fatigue had cloaked her, hidden her from me.
I blew a gentle kiss,
It drifted softly in the wind,
Falling on her cheek, warming it
With all the love that could not reach.
All night long,
I watch over her from up high,
Hiding my light from the beasts
That are cunning and sly.
And as I fell behind the horizon,
The sky a mixture of reds and golds,
Those beautiful eyes did at last open,
And what a sight it was to behold!
Her arms were outstretched
In one last feeble embrace,
I blew one more kiss,
Then faded from sight.
We were both too late and,
Already, I missed the night.
Photograph: Heather Lukins