Did I ever tell you about the time I caught the Sun?
where I grew up; it was dark all the time. Cold, and really, really
hard to make your way without constantly tripping yourself up and
falling face first into some shit. But everyday, there was the Sun. So
high up and somehow still so bright. And my Gods the warmth! It was like
being wrapped inside joy; as if love was something tangible that you
could touch and wrap around yourself like a blanket that would never get
I looked at the Sun everyday. I admired it.
"One day," I told myself, "One day, I'm going to catch it and I'll never
be cold or in the darkness ever again!" It was such a higher power to
me. Everything it represented was everything I felt inside about myself.
I knew that I belonged with the Sun; that I had somehow been born wrong
and the darkness that was supposed to feel like home felt alien next to
even the idea of the Sun.
The day that I
caught the sun was the happiest day of my life. For the first time I
felt complete. I felt whole next to a love that matched my own. I felt
every drop of its light as a kiss on my thirsty lips. My soul was sated
in its arms and I felt safe away from the darkness that had been my home
for so long.
And I clung to this love so tightly
that, through the light, I didn't see the darkness that still surrounded
me. I held the Sun to my breast as a greedy miser; desperate to escape
the cold, loneliness of the past. I burned myself in its heat and I
blinded myself with its light until I could no longer see anything but
memories of days gone by.
What did the Sun do? That day
I learned that the Sun's light is for everyone. That the darkness
follows us all. The Sun is so bright that it can see the beauty that I
couldn't. The Sun is so warm that it turns the barren wasteland of the
coldest heart into all of the love in the world when flowers bloom and
trees blow in the breeze. The Sun is so much more than the love of a
good man that was born into darkness.
So I let the Sun go.
the Sun, it did set that night, it's parting gift to me the return of
my sight and healing of my burns. With eyes that looked upon the World
anew I watched it go. Our time together must have taken its toll on the
Sun as well because as it sank to sleep it seemed bruised; purple and
red and blue as if it too had been battered by my greed. I whispered an
oath of my undying love and devotion to the wind in the hopes the
message would be carried on the horizon to the Sun's ears. Then I turned
and I returned to the darkness that had been my home; after all, you
don't expect a sunset to admire you back.
But that isn't the end.
sooner had I turned my head than I saw a something emerge from the
dark. Beautifully tanned skin covered rippling muscles from torso to
head where two massive horns curved backward in a spiral. Soft, brown
fur covered the legs of a mighty beast that seemed ready to pounce at a
moment's notice. A lopsided grin twisted his mouth and melted my heart
as this beautiful Satyr let out a bellow of laughter.
man," he laughed, "Where do you think the Sun goes at night?" And he
wrapped me in his arms and I felt complete. I felt whole next to a love
that matched my own. I felt every drop of his light pass through me as
our lips met in a kiss dominated by passion. My soul was sated. "You
only need let go, because even the Sun needs a break from the
"Will you stay?" I asked.
"Not forever." said the Satyr, "But for a time. For a time. And then the Sun will have to rise again."
"What will I do then?" I asked fearfully.
"Always remember that the sunset does admire you back." he answered.