How often has the Moon Goddess risen in my life? She has come then disappeared, leaving traces of joy and ache behind. A hard but loving mistress.
My heart remembers and still opens to the memory of their names. There is a lingering swell of both joy and ache in the memory. When I remember, I once again try to figure it all out.
The memory lingers of how I love them, and I remember how they loved me more than I could grasp at the time. Do they remember that I loved them, even as I remember their love? How could they know that my heart still fills with joy at the sound of their name.
How could I be so lucky? How could I look forward to what lies ahead, as I do? The horizon quivers with the glow of promise. I think there are no limits to the ache and the joy brought by the Moon Goddess.