Ganymede

My Love
I love the way you colour the rigid tracks across your beautiful skin to leave me speechless
I love the way you, for a moment, leave me breathless
My storms calm
Yet I count the cost
My Love
I love you for the myriad of reasons traced through time
Through wars and famines
Rescued by time itself into yielding unknowns and mysteries
Heroes of yesteryear, sent to retell the same odyssey, death or life
My Moon
I love the way your rays tarry me along the path of dreams
Cold
Persistent
Proud
All of eternity cannot contain this stuff of dreams
The passion in the deep
The turning page of a story untold
The one in a paradigm
The paradox, changing and remaining
The one of love.

Yours, Jupiter.