The Chase

There she was.

And there he was.

Like a brilliant flame, she glowed and crackled.

Like a dark ice cold sentry, he watched and waited, glittering pure .

They’d never known each other.

Never seen one like the other before.

And like moths to flame they were drawn to each other.

Bewitched.

Enchanted.

Taken in by the others’ strange beauty.

When they touched he burned and she shivered.

When they kissed his lips melted and hers froze.

When they embraced and became one he burst into a myraid of white hot flames while she a slurry of sparkling, glittering icicles.

When they parted, they felt the others’ absence like a painful hollow deep in the pits of their chests.

They ached.

They hurt.

They missed.

And yearned.

They hated and feared.

They loved and loved and loved and loved until their chests felt ready to burst.

The sun.

The moon.

Two beings struggling to stay together.

Two beings forced apart.

Only once a few years can they truly be together.

Only once a few years do they meet for the first time.

As with every rise and fall of the other, they are born anew.