The Lighthouse Keeper's Bride - The White Moon

The Lighthouse Keeper's Bride - The White Moon by Daniel Arrhakis (2023)

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The Lighthouse Keeper's Bride - The White Moon (*)

The lighthouse white as lime stood out over that rocky island in the middle of that stormy sea.
On that night with a new moon, the winds and storm waves had buffeted the old lighthouse in a way that the books of the ancient lighthouse keepers had not recorded in their solitary memories for a long time.

In the morning, the winds calmed down and the waves gently bounced back and forth in the sounds of someone calling the lighthouse keeper, a fearless young man who had recently been placed there.
The light of that morning seemed to have forgotten the storms and darkness of the previous night and the walk along the cliffs brought a serene breeze with an intense perfume of seaweed that covered the wreckage of old woods that swayed at the mercy of the waves.

But that's when a more careful look reveals a white silhouette of a young woman lying on the small beach that served as a port - Perhaps a ship that sank nearby! - thought the young lighthouse keeper aloud as he grabbed her lifeless in his arms. The pulse was weak and this one was injured but her face with its closed eyes resembled a wax figure such as he had seen on the mainland.

He carried her in his arms towards the old white lighthouse that seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time, because the door had opened to receive her or perhaps had left it open, at that moment the urgency of his actions took him by storm while his pulse beat. seemed to keep pace with his hurried steps.

Next to the fire on the floor he laid her down and waited for her to wake up. It was already night when a frightened voice asked where she was.
She had finally woken up and her sea blue eyes seemed to look into infinity as if searching for her own horizon.

He didn't remember anything, much less her name, but he remembered seeing a bright white moon that almost filled the sky.

The days passed and the mystery gave way to a novel worthy of being sung by the sirens or written by ship captains missing the loves they painfully left behind.

The days were spent walking along the beach, between naked cliffs, caresses and kisses that undulated through her long hair and passionate fingers that intertwined. Two rings made of shells now bore witness to their love story, which seemed to have been taken from the legends of old sailors and storytellers.

29 days had passed and that night, which was supposed to see the full moon, it did not appear despite the starry sky.
With her dress white as moonlight fluttering through the breezes and memory, her eyes then looked at the sky and filled with tears - Memory took over amid mists of her past that now emerged like an old ghost ship.

It was finally time to leave, for she was the incarnation of the Full Moon itself, that moon whose light filled the sky.
And without his being able to do anything, she materialized in the firmament, while the moonlight caressed his face as if a long farewell kiss traveled through her lover's body and soul.
- Goodbye Love, don't be sad... I'll be back on the next full moon!
Always keep the light of the lighthouse burning in your heart so that I can always find you!

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O farol branco como a cal sobressaía sobre aquela ilha rochosa no meio daquele mar revoltoso.
Naquela noite de lua nova os ventos e as ondas de tempestade tinham fustigado o velho farol como há muito os livros dos antigos faroleiros não registavam nas suas memórias solitárias.

Pela manhã os ventos acalmaram e as ondas batiam suavemente num vai e vem em sons de quem chamava o faroleiro, um jovem destemido que ali fora recentemente colocado.
A luz daquela manhã parecia ter esquecido as tormentas e a escuridão da noite anterior e o passeio junto às falésias trazia uma brisa serena com intenso perfume a algas que cobriam destroços de velhas madeiras que balouçavam ao sabor das ondas.

Mas é então quando um olhar mais cuidado revela uma silhueta branca de uma jovem mulher deitada na pequena praia que servia de porto - Talvez de um navio que se afundou ali perto ! - pensou o jovem faroleiro em voz alta enquanto a agarrou inanimada nos seus braços. A pulsação era fraca e esta estava ferida mas o seu rosto de olhos cerrados lembrava uma figura de cera como as que tinha visto no continente.

Levou-a nos seus braços para o velho farol branco que parecia espera-la à muito pois a porta tinha se aberto para a receber ou talvez a tivesse deixado aberta, naquele momento a urgência dos seus atos tomavam-no de assalto enquanto a sua pulsação parecia acompanhar os seus passos apressados.

Junto ao fogo de chão deitou-a e esperou que esta desse acordo de si o que era já noite quando uma voz assustada perguntou onde estava.
Tinha acordado finalmente e os seus olhos azuis de mar pareciam olhar o infinito como a procurar o seu proprio horizonte.

Não se lembrava de nada nem muito menos do seu nome mas recordava ter visto uma lua branca brilhante que enchia quase o céu.

Os dias passaram e o mistério deu lugar a um romance digno de ser cantado pelo canto das sereias ou escrito por capitães de navios saudosos dos amores que dolorosamente deixaram para trás.

Os dias eram passados nos passeios pela praia, por entre falésias nuas, carícias e beijos que ondulavam por entre os seus cabelos longos e por dedos apaixonados que se entrelaçavam. Dois anéis feitos de conchas testemunhavam agora a sua história de amor, que parecia tirada das lendas dos velhos marinheiros contadores de histórias.

Tinham passado 29 dias e nessa noite que era para verem a Lua cheia, esta não surgiu apesar do céu estrelado.
Com o seu vestido branco como o luar esvoaçando por entre as brisas e a memória, os seus olhos olharam então o céu e encheram-se de lágrimas - A memória assumia-se por entre nevoeiros e brumas do seu passado que agora emergia como um velho navio fantasma.

Era afinal altura de partir, pois ela era a encarnação da própria Lua Cheia, aquela lua cuja luz enchia o firmamento. E sem que ele pudesse fazer nada ela materializou-se no céu, enquanto o luar lhe acariciava o rosto como se um longo beijo de despedida percorresse o corpo e a alma do seu amante. - Adeus Amor, não fiques triste ... regressarei na próxima Lua cheia ! Mantem sempre a luz do farol acesa no teu coração para que te possa sempre encontrar !

(*) Story and image created by Daniel Arrhakis

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"The Sea Of Pearls" - A Creative Mystic Romantic Dreaming series by Daniel Arrhakis, using Artificial Intelligence Art, stock images and images of mine.

Art Collage, Textured layered techniques and Digital painting processes.

Taken on: June 30, 2023

Sets appears in: • The Sea Of Pearls

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