Stem and Moon

I loved moon

I loved the tear filled, blue pools of crescents

And his diamond dust air circling around

I loved moon

I was only a microscopic stem suck lazily in moon’s skin

But moon was my world

Moon was the first that I saw

And I hoped Moon would also be the last to see

Every night with Moon was intimate

Shimmering the silver streams into the canvas of black

Spewing sprinkles of milk and honey light down to where my kind lived,

Earth

Moon said Moon had chosen me to live in Moon’s palace of night

All the other stems could sway to the symphony of Earth
While I had the chimes of Moon’s descent and ascent into space

One day, Moon said to me

“Why, stem, are you still in my kingdom? Why haven’t you found elsewhere to live, why do you not try and break free from my grounds?”

And I replied, “Moon, because you are my home.”

Moon said “No I am not. Why don’t you swim in the lakes of black and gold?”

“Because, Moon, I like your oceans of silver and white much better.”

And Moon thrashed towards with a cold breath, “Why are you still living here?!?”

“Because you chose me! Why did you choose me only to be so cold?”

Then Moon said, “Because Earth did not want you. I only chose to keep you here because I thought you would perish quickly.”

“But I haven’t.”

Moon frowned and blew the ground loose

And I found the lake of black and gold to be slowly consuming me

Moon was turned away from watching my break

Streaming moontears of a slippery silver and dust

“Moon, my Moon!” I called out as if the words could catch me

As I tossed and tangled into the sheets of space

I decided

I am Moon now

 Moon cared for me, so now I will care for myself alone

I can live without Moon, although Moon was my breath, my substance

I will be my own world

Through the breaths of space I can voyage

Ride waves of fire and sail storms of ice

Listen to young stars jump at the planets

And warm up against the fiery Venus

When my body itches from the heat I will travel to the snowcapped milky way

And slide into hydrating every inch of my body

I can release myself from any pain

I am not planted in Moon anymore

I am free to roam and explore

And as I agreed to my idea I turned to where Moon was

Moon looked now like a small pimple in the skin of space

Moon seemed to be yelling towards me

That was when I breathed my entire last breath of life

I never heard what Moon called out to me

I, the moon, called out to Stem

“I love you, Stem! I will adore your comfort forever until you return to me. Come back, stem, bring back the happiness I had with you!”

Stem was the reason I shined

I used to lurk alone until Stem was born unto me

And I had a friend

A friend who never judged me for my bleak job

But only dared to listen to me always

Stem vowed to my life

But I did not vow to Stem’s

The night was bland but stem had flavor into my night

I cry for stem often because I know stem is out in the lake of black and gold

Perhaps with a new world to talk to

Or perhaps Stem has gone to his homeland to be among his kind

To be nourished and receive the care Stem doesn’t know Stem deserves

I ask the others where Stem may be

They say Stem has not been found

So until Stem retreats to me,

I know Stem is trying to find Stem’s route back to me

Until Stem figures out where to go,

I will cry tears of glistening beams and sadness,

Forever.