I remember last summer when we watched the sunset on the cliffs near town. I watched as that smile of yours grew across your face. You loved the way all of the lights turn off blanketing the horizon with darkness, ready to signal the end of the day. You told me something then, in that language of yours. I do not know what you said and I may never know what you said, but I know it was beautiful.
Under the light of the new moon, the air grew frigid. The wind stung my face and like a fool, I forgot my scarf. You lit a fire for me. The warm glow of the blaze glistened off of your ivory skin. It was one of the most beautiful sights. You kept me warm and safe that night. I just wish I could relive that again.
I visited again the next day asking how to speak that language of yours. I wanted to understand you. I wanted to know how all of the words you say are turned into poetry in my mind. I brought a book that was supposed to help. That old, rotting cover I dug out from the back of the library. The librarian was confused about where I found it. There were no records of it anywhere, but it had everything I needed. All of the words and phrases you spoke. You stared at that book, the happiness gone from your eyes. I guess I was the only one who found joy that night.
The day after that, I knew I had to make it up, so I brought you a gift. That carmine drink you say you always crave. It was hard to get a hold of. I had to ask so many people. They were confused and concerned about why I would want it. You wouldn't believe what I had to do to get it. I found it though, a friend of mine hooked me up. When I gave it to you though, there was disappointment. That smile of yours faded. You said you wanted more than the puny sample that I brought. How this will never be enough. How I am not devoted enough. All I can say is sorry.
I miss you so much. I haven't seen you in so long, yet you were the only thing I could think about. Every thought just comes back to you. It got so bad that a friend told me that I looked sick. That my face was pale and sunken. I told them I had never felt better. That my days were joyous and filled with wonder. My brother told me once that I muttered nonsense in my sleep. That I spoke words that he didn't understand. I told him that I'd been sleeping great. I always wake up feeling well slept and ready to start the day. Everyone simply gives that damn smile of pity and walks away.
They don't understand. They won't ever understand what I see. I read through that book. I finally learned that language. I know what you said. I understand your wishes, and why you craved more of that drink, and I want to make them come true. Tonight, we shall meet on the beach. I've arranged for people to arrive at Sunfall for the supposed moon festival. There will be pies and dances to lure them all in. We will revel at the allure of the lunar eclipse, and then the allure of you. The skies will be ablaze from the electric fires of the skyline. Soon they will burn from the true fires until they are pure.
When the mayor will give a speech about how our city is changing and growing, that is when you will come-striding from the ocean in your everlasting glory. It will be such a grand occasion, can't you see! I set up a fireworks display to announce your arrival. I designed it so each flare has a little piece of you, a thought, an idea. It will shape the world down to its very core. Down with the clouds, they shall burn upon the sky. Down with the cars that throw smoke, they will rip apart those who oppose you with their steel maws. Down with the skyscrapers and bring forth the spires that stretch beyond in ruby and diamond. Down with the trees and leaves and rise the branches of your neurons, pulsing with every thought. The people will be one with you. They will be as you wish, shaped by your will into nothing more than pawns for your game.
You will spread through the roots and water. The lands far away will hear you laugh as you consume all. It will be yours! The world will know your name. You will ride the wills of birds and bears to deep valleys and mountain peaks, and I will be there with you, riding the waves of change. Sitting by your throne at the peak of the world. I will always be there for you. I love you.
