Love in the time of LEDs
“Honey, I’m just not feeling it”.
She said this to me, constantly.
“The moon and the stars and the planets
sing to me, an orchestra of nature and
eternal time intertwined.”
“Mother nature directing this divine symphony.”
“These new lights just don’t do it for me.”
We traveled here and traveled there,
over many a year.
Then one night ,
One full harvest moon night,
High on a cliff,
Deep in the night,
Silent and still and cold,
She shed every stitch that covered her frame
And opened her arms to the celestial rain.
Rays from heaven pouring down,
illuminating her shape,
saturating Earth’s lovely ground.
With not a trace of restraint,
The moon and stars and the night
Sang to her soul,
Sang to every fiber of her being,
Sang to her every bone.
‘You see, Mother Nature knows the cycles that feed the soul.’ she whispered to me, in her soft and sultry voice.
Watching, transfixed, drawn into the dance,
surrounded by stars twinkling,
Milky Way flowing,
Waking from this trance,
I tapped out a message,
read it aloud,
I quit selling LEDs and the bright artificial lights.
I quit this nightmare of a job!
I quit this life of a thief,
this one of stealing the stars!
I quit this very night!
I threw my smart phone over the cliff,
each article of clothing removed,
I stood bare under the moon,
Bare under the stars,
Bare under the planets
And bare to Mars.
Well? I asked hesitantly,
hope having dimmed for so many a year.
‘We’ll see.’ she replied to me
A tiny smile appearing upon her lips,
A small promising twinkle coming to her eye,
For the first time in all these many years.
For the first time my heart leapt,
beating with this hint of hope,
beating with joy,
under this majestic,
huge moon filled,