Mist arose from her watery abode, and slowly weaved a blanket in the air around. The blanket was a protection against the prying human eyes, as she treaded on air, to visit her lover – the Moon.
Mist, the daughter of the Night and mother Earth glowed in anticipation, as the rays of the Moon touched her gentle skin. Silver fingers reached down to hold his love as they lost themselves in each others eye.
No whispering of sweet nothings.
No loud promises of eternal love.
Just the two of them, shivering in the moment of a cold embrace
The mischievous Breeze whistled as he passed by, but ‘Mist and Moon’ were in a world of their own.
An occasional Cloud tried to prevent the son of Sky love the daughter of Earth, but the night Wind shooed them away.
They remained lost in their love, until dawn broke, heralding the rise of emperor Sun, master and commander of the morning sky.
Moon and Mist hung on as much as they could, and silently bid goodbye for the while.
As Sun spread his warmth and authority around, Moon faded in compare.
Mist wilted in the heat, her blanket of protection slowly falling apart.
Her tears of separation rolled down to cling on to the leaf blades around and glowed like pearls before being consumed by the Sun.
Far away, in some distant corner of Earth, the Mist arose yet again from her watery abode…. Moon was waiting …
