A gallant moon adorned the city sky as two lost souls united under the mysterious power of the night. They became willfully imprisoned by a mystical oblivion, void of pain, anger and fear. His handsome face, which previously clung to an expression of practicality, effortlessly assumed an enchanted countenance as he gazed into her captivating blue eyes, beautifully illuminated by the gentle glow of the moon. They were messengers from heaven that night, and prayed that the sun would never rise so they could be eternally engulfed by the euphoric waves that stimulated their minds and sent them dancing through the sweet silence of that comforting delirium.
Regardless of wishes and dreams, the sun appeared within a few hours, reducing the magic of the darkness to a mere fleeting memory. They awoke to the world they had temporarily abandoned the night before, the moon had faded along with the magic. Denied the now consciously attainable realm of feeling, they solemnly rose and attempted to go about life as if nothing had happened. But something had happened, and from now on nothing would be the same as it used to.
As they walked hand-in-hand out of their new locative haven she held him tight, remembering the ecstasy with him that she felt, never wanting to let go. He, enlightened by the experience and curiously confused, left her with a gentle kiss and a half-smile. No words were exchanged. She smiled at him as she got into her small white car, and took one more look at him as she started the vehicle and rolled away. She let her eyes fill with tears and cried for the majesty that died when the sun rose that day. She was hungry for his voice, his touch, his sweet smile, but specifically, his presence…but in a bittersweet way, his absence was painfully beautiful, adding a touch of perfection to the simplicity of solace.
by Katie Potter, January 2002