Her skin glowed in the moonlight, lit by the bright and full heavenly body above her.  Again, she wore the white dress, the one chosen for a wedding day. She was beyond tears now, having cried them all out through the days that he’d been gone.  Days, weeks, years; they all seemed the same to her. What were they but one lonely moment elongated by each tick of the clock?  There, against the moonlight, she wore her wedding gown, her melancholy eyes gazing up at the stars above.  As she watched, the stars flickered out and the moon fell from its perch.  The skies themselves opened up and light cascaded down to her.  And he was there, arms outreached to take her by her wrist.  And she allowed it. How could she deny him after such longing to see him one last time?  And so he took her, and, with his great wings beating in such a hypnotic rhythm, he dragged her into the sky, pulling her into his world.  Her tear ducts filled again and she wept as she was pulled upward, crying tears of such joy.  Finally she would get her wish fulfilled.  At long last her prayers would be answered.  She knew she could not live without him.