The Moon Knew

Only the moon
knew

of their love.

An ethereal
passion that was
not bound 
by time
or geography.

Only the sun
and the rains
could understand it.

In dreams 
and verse
they danced
with his 
calloused
working man
hands clasping
her silken waist.

They had met
a thousand times

Dublin and Dresden 
Mozambique and Marseille

and in rolling hills and deserts.

Always they loved.

She had been
a dancer,
a Queen, 
and once
on a tiny
Pacific island,
she was worshipped
as a Goddess.
His lives
mundane 
in contrast,
but always he 
found her 
and always
they laid down 
in the clouds
and floated in passion.

Just after a war
in pillaged South
they wandered
dirt roads
and she sang
to him,

he rushed to
show her his 
favorite place.

They were 
eternally destined,
but only 
the moon knew

of their love.