The selfish giant blows, howls and rages

Yelling at the brilliant fluorescent full moon

They together push and pull the darkness

Yelling at the shining stars

Yelling at these stars that dare poke holes in the night

He rages as he remembers

Remembering the warm nudges

The playful jostling

Remembering the comforting caressing soft whispers

Of the ever-circling southern breeze

He no longer ruffles and whips her tresses into a frenzy

He no longer whips granules of sand up and over the soft curves of her mounded, rounded, bleached dunes

He no longer moves up and into her high softly swaying fine grasses

He now blows granules of snow off high isolated peaks just before dawn

Whispering at the burning and smiling red sun as he takes his first peek over the horizon

The red sun stretching and rising

Into the cold clarity of a slate blue isolated alpine morning

The rising sun

The only one that truly understands the depth and breadth of this raging mountain gale

They rise together

Then go down together

Embracing as they fall

Settling into the blue/black twilight

Settling into a deep resigning peace

With one final look

With one final visual exchange

They say goodnight

The last touching solitary fingers gently pull apart

Until yet another slate blue dawn

Rolls around

Through it all

Through every single solitary rotation

Through every rage and every resignation

Until the end

The selfish raging giant never forgets

He never ever entirely leaves or arrives

She is part of him now he knows

And, once in a while

Once in a while when the moon is holding water

When all is dark and peaceful

He rises in the dark, and circles back

Circling back to the comforting caressing soft southern whispers

They meet and greet silently under a warm blanket of darkness

Then slowly, so very slowly and deliberately…they embrace

For yet another

For yet one more

Long, slow, gentle kiss