Aeolus and His Son

On the floating island of Aeolia, it was a sleepy morning. 

The sun rose, shining on the cracked pavement, 

On the glass city’s many windows 

Which stretched seemingly endlessly into the air

Toward the azure sky.

The wind blew, carrying whispers of promise and hope.

Beckoning Macareus forward with authority, 

Commanding him to face the day.

“Go Away!” Macareus yelled

“I won’t live the life you’ve chosen!”

Yesterday-

Yesterday had been truly dreadful. 

Having just turned twenty-two, Macareus was to be wed

At the top of the highest cloud in Aeolia, 

Under the brightest sun of the longest day, 

He was to marry.

His father Aeolus had worked for months arranging the marriage, 

And Macar was to meet his future wife.

He had no worries about this ordeal,

At least not initially.

It was all figured out,

The situation manipulated just right

But fate had dealt him an unkind hand. 

“It was supposed to be Canace!”

Macareus’ father didn’t understand.

Canace?

Caught up in the throes of his first, perfect love,

Macareus had left off the lights

His father was in the dark