hearts in the rain

She knew he adored her. She wrote about him whenever she spoke, whenever she played, whenever she breathed. He was there always, he surrounded her, and she gave him everything she was. He saw her in his smile, tasted her in his tears, smelled her in his skin. He knew he owned her, and she knew that she held all of him.
He heard her in the windchime, in the butterfly breaking from it's caccoon.
She saw him in the notes on a page, heard him in the echoes of the rain. There was nothing she did not know.
There was nothing she had not swept away.
The love they shared became an obsession, which became insane blindness.
Full of emotion, her heart on the verge of bursting, she ran from her music and out into the rain. Past a gazebo, through a garden, her bare feet striking rocks and sticks, tears running down her cheeks, quickly overpowered by the rain. She ran to the far side of the garden to her lover. She reached out to him and passionatly embraced a tree; for that's all he ever was.
He stood on the beach and saw her face over the ocean. His heart, laden with passion and desire, forced him to run to the path on the face of the water. Wet stars surrounded him as he ran into the sea. He kept his eyes on her, his arms stretched out to her. Waves knocked him back, the salt burned his eyes. When he opened his eyes he saw the truth:
She was the full moon. ~