The Poet Prince (Poem)

The Poet Prince finds the Moon
At the end of the road.

On pointed toes he stands
At the last outpost
That separates gravity
From open space.

"Why are you here?"
She asks.

Wordlessly he turns his face toward her,
Basking in her nocturnal glow.
A light fueling his inspiration,
Like how the sun feeds the mind.

"What do you want from me?"
She asks.

Almost pleading for reason
And solitude.

To be left alone,
With the darkness and stars.

Yet the prince stays.
Only leaving when the sun rises,
And returning under the blanket of night.
Shimmering beads and pearls,
The soft perfume of smoldering leaves.

Enchanted eyes like a glassy pond,
Humming lullabies from home.
As if to say,
"Will you take me with you?"

If you say no,
I'll worship you from earth.
If you say yes,
I'll fly through the atmosphere,
Taking the fastest rocket to your heart.

So she stays close to the precious prince
Enamored by the warmth of his flame.
A flickering candle at the edge of the world
In his castle made of sand and waves.

"I love you"
He whispers.

Words dripping in truth and poetry.

Sighing,
She submerges.

Beneath the ocean of dawn.