The Old Man

At edge of night, the big moon casts his golden brilliance across the resting lands beneath the eastern sky. As ancient as time itself, he quietly ascends steps of jewel-like stars, slowly changing his aura to a radiance of silver as he seeks the zenith in that mysterious canopy of darkness. Halting to rest for a few moments, he gazes upon the multitudes so far below, people who have known his magic. The old orb nods his head and wisely smiles, for he owns the secret of lover's hearts. In a far away place, couples hold hands as they stroll through his fleeting shadows. On the River Seine, his reflection causes amorous souls to gasp in delight and hold each other more the closer. On a far away isle, his sheen sparkles and dances across a vast sea of rippling wavelets as they taunt a sandy shore. The old man of the sky sighs as he begins his descent into the soft mist of the western heavens and has disappeared before mother sun lights up the east, his lust for love and life sated for one more cycle.
----