She started to stay away,
That beautiful woman,
And she didn’t share with me those sweet secrets she used to,
So the terrible feeling crept in like winter wind under the door.
I set out to a friend’s farm to keep away for a while.
I would lay awake in the morning, watching the sun arrive
Pressing against my open window, putting a foot inside warming what he touched.
Early, early, I would set out across the dew-wet grass,
toward the mountains, toward the pine forests.
Even as the sun rose, the moon still sat in the sky,
Like a queen, not moving, not being told to leave,
But pleased herself to walk in night dripping with diamonds
And to stay in the day, watching over that fool, the sun.
Slowly she would leave, unhurried, in her own time
To sleep in her private chambers over the hills.
In the forests, I could breathe, rest alone and witness the forest animals,
Dancing across the fallen logs and up the sides of ancient trees.
I listened to the silent streams and watched for fish.
I knew that without her life continued,
And no one is irreplaceable.
Except for the moon, the moon alone is unique.