-A Loving Glow

[Words to Image. A random picture and the story it asks me to write. This is what my soul imagines, so this is what I share with you]

Every evening, the moon would come out to rule over the night. It would shine its light down on this post-apocalyptic wasteland, casting a glow for those who scurried about and creating a shadow for which to escape. Pytolemus understood the importance of this celestial savior. He welcomed its arrival like clockwork. Once the heavenly nightlight settled into place, Pytolemus would venture out to embrace its gift to the world. Many would ignore the shine. Taking it for granted because it was something that just always was. But Pytolemus appreciated it with everything he was. He wasn't much but what he was became even more when he was being illuminated upon. The moon masterfully shed light on who he truly was, helping him to remember his worth, his dream, his love. Pytolemus took in this reminder on a daily basis and grew to love their connection. In a world of darkness, the ruler of the night became his best friend and greatest ally. They fed off one another. Both were overlooked by all, but each were seen by the other. And they embraced the other's loving recognition.

Sadness came, regularly, when the time was nigh for the ruler of the day to take his position overhead and the moon was forced to submit its control. But Pytolemus always promised to return when it did. Pytolemus vowed to show up every night so they could be as one, the life-giving light and the gentle creature who loved it for that.

Pytolemus and the moon were two lovers lost in each other's embrace. When the rest of this wasteland discarded them, cast them aside as nothing but just another thing, this union burned brighter than anything the day ruler could muster. It was a brilliance that met nothing greater. No entity held more power.

Pytolemus and the moon didn't live in the wasteland. They existed in a place all to themselves. And in it, their loved ruled everything. Their bond was mightier than the very earth that held up the wasteland above. They were the brightest love story in a world ruled by darkness. They were ...

[I intentionally left off the very last word(s) in hopes that when you read this, you will insert your own 'last word(s).' Let your heart and mind speak to you, as these pictures speak to me, and embrace whatever 'last word(s)' it says to you.]