Hath the darkness left my mind for this instance? I look into the distance, watching the sun as it caresses the hills from which it rests. The moon takes its place, kissing the sky with a soft glow, allowing the stars to enhance the pleasure of the night, yet a single tear runs down my cheek.
I do not cry of sadness, I do not cry of depression, nor do I cry for the amount of pity I have received for my desperations. I cry because the night is calm, it is soothing, I have no cares, no worries, nothing to be sad, mad, depressed, or anything less than happy about.
This one tear represents the end of a storm long traveled through, and as I look into your eyes, those eyes that look like the moon, surrounded by glistening stars, I feel at peace, this feeling that has long been sought for, I have acquired. A breeze falls over the moment, cloaking our emotions in the howl of the Earth, but I still look on, into those eyes that have given me strength to continue my days. Those who that have felt this before, join hands and sing in the harmony of the moment, love...it is the the only thing this world has left, love. Simply because love is pure, it is clean.
Love without purity is not love, it is a hate, which is to why I give you witness to our world: A mother loves a child, a man loves his wife, a brother loves his sister, a family loves its pet, a love for food, water, your home, the sky, the moon, the stars, grass, and many, many more perceivable things.
But right now, it is she that is in my arms, in this world that is filled with love, that glows with the reality of which that I view my own. My grip tightens as I look up into the night sky, my eyes flushed with the tears falling out of them, and whisper a quiet "thank you" into the Earth's ear, as it is in this moment that I am blessed with the eye of her wake.
