TROPICAL NOCTURNE

Bathed in gentle moonlight she shone like a newborn flesh, breaking my heart to pieces. His body shifted between shadow and light like ripples over the surface of a pond. But I knew that human emotions share a poignant fate with the moon. For like a celestial body that waxes, wanes, and disappears, feelings also adhere to rules of progression, creation, and death. The arrival of a feeling is a cyclical force that passes through us like the passage of time. It is brief, fleeting, but its departure is never permanent.