Crocus in the Snow

The clouds were monumental. The Sun was majestic. And there Giddeon sat. He was in the center with the Sun to his left and the Moon to his right. It was one of those sacred spaces when those two fantastic deities share the same sky. The Sun's rays and the Moon's beams mingle and linger touching for as long as time allows. There were pink and gold clouds that the Sun painted just for Moon, who, in turn, danced for her lover using the stars as a beaded gown which could never decrease, but only magnify her beauty. Giddeon was in the center of this sacred dance that only happens when the Sun and Moon share the same sky expressing their love for a short time. As Giddeon looked into the distance he noticed a grove of grey clouds. They framed a picture that Giddeon looked and realized his dreams were coming true. The filling in the middle of this grey cloud cake was the most brilliant snowy white. Somehow the miraculous Sun had illuminated the clouds that were the color of milk spun into silk. The grey border seemed a dark passageway into a promising new beginning to a seemingly dark end. "She's the one," Giddeon whispered, for his soul knew it true. He drank in the scene for a while longer before he left. Giddeon's destiny could only be realized when the Sun and Moon made love deeply, but ending all too soon before each departed to opposite ends of the planet.