The Antimyth

A lover is freshly fallen in a deep and longing love,
and although his love's a secret love, it's noticed from above,
noticed as he bounded through the forest's still repose.
The Sky, it whispered to the Sea, "Hey look, it's one of those."

"Is he more a man or boy?" the Ocean asked, his angle skewed,
as on tipsy tempest waves he splashed up high to get a view.
"It's hard to tell the difference when they're filled with such elation."
"A man I think," the Moon said joining in the conversation.

"Forest," said the Moon, "tell us what we can not see -
a lover walks along the path within your field of trees."
"Hush down," the Forest hissed, "this lover's standing very near,
you know they have great powers, and they're known to know no fear."

"Oh, Please," the Mountain groaned, "that's just a myth - a silly story.
This lover is no threat to us, you needn't fret or worry.
We are timeless, firm, and wise in all the ancient ways.
These lovers powers last, what would you say, perhaps three days?"

"Their powers last," the Ocean said, "until they get their mate,
unless they're spurned, in which case, they will meet with the same fate.
It's love that's never spoken of that gains with every hour,
that is how they grow to know an undiluted power."

"Oh fear the little lover," said the Mountain quick to gibe.
"These lover want-to-bees are like the rest of their sad tribe.
They wiggle little waggles, and they make a buzzing bluster
but to say they have real power just takes more than I can muster."

"Something's wrong," the Sky declared, "our lovers lost his pace.
He sits upon a rock and weeps, the tears flow down his face."
The Ocean, Moon, bright Sky, and Mountain saw it with the Wood
and as they looked upon it, they could tell, it wasn't good.

"Perhaps our lover's lover loved some other said the Sky,
or perhaps her parents promised her to some more proper guy,
and now our lover dawdles there deciding what to do."
But in their gut they knew that these good guesses are not true.

For as he sat there weeping his lover heart began to grow
and he seemed blind to all but loving love and lovers woe
and although a passer-by would see a figure bent and troubled,
they saw a giant growing that with every second doubled,

"Do you feel it," said the Forest, "do you feel his lovers woe?"
Most nodded they could feel it - moving through them warm and slow.
They could feel the awesome power of unspoken love so true
that the Mountain finally shrugged and said, "OK, I feel it too."

And although this giant's power bested their's he didn't boast,
instead he walked to the cliff's edge and peered down at the coast.
The tears still tricked down his face as he teetered there and wept
and with little pause, he took a giant's step, and then he leapt.

The Ocean, Moon, the Mountain, Sky and Forest looked away
and if they felt a sadness for this loss they didn't say,
but the Sky looked down just one more time upon the blood stained sand
and asked the Ocean, "Can you tell - was he a boy or man?"

The Ocean hesitated and then rolled up on the beach
until the lovers sad remains were well within his reach
and although his view was better now than what the rest had seen,
"Part boy, part man," was his best guess, "like something in between."

These five were old and wise for sure, but could not understand
and thought perhaps such love could make a boy into a man,
and as opposites are often also true it seemed a truth
that it could make a older man renew his waning youth.

But a longing love does not abide by rules of man and time
for a deep and lonesome secret love is something more sublime,
so the Universe itself ensures such lovers are brought low
before their power changes every law of love we know.

A spoken love is good, and lasts a while if well maintained,
but a true and secret longing love can not be contained,
and if a love so dark and pure could, unrestricted, swell;
the world and all of time would be consumed in that sweet hell.