Cynthia . . .

A Shepherd did warily gaze at the moon one fortnight,
Lying on his back chewing on the grass
Inhaling the nights air
Philosophy engulfed him, how the stars aligned,
the beauty of the crimson clouds overhead and constellations that were-
The magnificence of the night overtook him and something stirred within his soul
As if there was something drawing him closer and he finding that he had no objection
Caught by this sudden faction did he shut his eyes
little did he know . . .
Love , beauty was calling him
A place of wonder and daydream . . .

A lady he did see, so fair and he could not make her out
She knew him there yet she did not turn,
The Shepherd asked for the fair lady’s name
Did receive the reply: ‘Cynthia- goddess of the moon’.
The shepherd drawn by her –yet not knowing why so desperately wanted to gaze at her.

A mortal could never gaze upon a goddess,
And such in such divine tone she forbade his seeing her,
For her face was the very night , it's brightness and it's beauty
The light in the dark to be seen by all and not for one..
Even for love . .

He had seen her before, late at night when at the fields
He had seen her before in his dreams as the love of his dreams
So beautiful, pure and generous was she and he feared not being with her.
How could a lowly shepherd love a goddess?

Every night he would gaze into the sky and see her,
Feel an irrevocable bond the unexplainable
He would cry at the bitter night ,where he would feel his own longing
A lovers honest plea
The star-crossed love of a goddess and mortal –

The shepherd declared undying love for her
And Cynthia could not bear to see him so desolate
A bargain she did make , if he proved himself true
True love more potent to the limits of life itself
But at high price to be with her , he only had to love her alone

One condition did she did give: be still do not move,
I must come to you at an unknown time , then thereafter forever
With that the shepherd swore never to love another –

He awoke in the meadow, but there was no darkness
The moons light illuminated his way.
He took his beasts and went back to his lowly dwelling
Every night he would gaze at the moon –
Swearing to wait forever , for Cynthia

A love so close and yet so far ,
When the tidal waves would roar his heart would soar
The seasons came and went , the heat and the cold
Days passed into weeks and weeks months and years
but her words echoed in his memory …do not move…

She was soon forgotten, quietly replaced and became
Nothing but a beautiful fleeting memory
Cynthia it seemed was not real . . .


One mid summer’s night she did emerge to his lowly dwelling–
He thought his senses betray him ,
‘I am arrived.’
Come let us away love
We can now declare our love in the harsh light of day
No more waiting , or hiding
My , why are you so silent?
I know it has been long , but you love me as i you
Then there is nothing to doubt anymore
Our love will bring more beauty and such passion into the world

The Shepherd gazed into her beautiful eyes and could not utter a sound
He had dreamed all his life for this moment
He dreaded to cause her pain , for he saw innocence brimming in her eyes
He had not spoken when his wife curious as to what kept her Husband so long at the door ..


Alas! You have a wife !
But isn’t it always the way with mortals
They are rash creatures with no deep understanding
Anger filled her heart and where love was king
In her wrath she cursed him to never again see the moon
To see her , and his days would be filled in darkness

Oh, cruel love left Cynthia hollow...
She would have made him immortal..
And now
She doomed to be crushed
And he doomed to be dust –ash.