There is night and there is day and there is that hour in between
where a woman walks alone.
He called her Dawn and she called him Love
And they lay beneath the pearl grey skies in a time when the world was younger.
His eyes were bluer than her skies
Skin as flushed and delicate as the light she cast in the wake of the stars
He called himself Tithonus
She called herself Aurora
And she took him away to live with the gods.
The fields and hills of that heaven pleased him and his goddess pleased him
For he was a hunter and a lover and a mortal
Young and strong and drunk on ambrosia.
She found him fairer than her deathless brothers
Fairer than the light she gave the earth
Fairer than the shepherds' song as they sang to the skies in the evening
Fairer than life itself
And so she went to her king and begged for the life of her love.
Her king was cruel and granted her her wish;
Tithonus would live forever.
Forever and forever and forever
And she cursed herself for the slight of "forever young"
Youth a word she had forgotten
While Jupiter laughed.
"Let me go back, dear heart," Tithonus whispered with the rasp of years
"Let me go back to my mortal fields and streams where once I slew the deer."
Aurora cried and stormed and brought in the day with rain
Cursing the gods and cursing herself
But her eyes were strong and her will was his
So she brought him back to his world.
"Ever after you shall be mine
and ever after I shall hear you sing" she said to him and let him go.
He sprang from the hands she cupped to her breast
Her mercy, his wish, a grasshopper unshackled by broken limbs.
"Sing to me in the morning and at night, before my sister rises in the moon," she called after.
"Remember me," he sang. "Remember me."
a/n there is a greek myth about Aurora, goddess of the dawn and the hunter Tithonius (who was naturally a mortal, since most of the stories run that way) and she asks that he be given eternal life, without eternal youth. So in teh end she turns him into a grasshopper. I always hated the part about the grasshopper. it seems a very unromantic thing to turn your lover into.