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By the light of the moon

  • Writer: yungsircartier981
    yungsircartier981
  • May 7
  • 2 min read

Updated: May 17

shining down upon me

rumi

“When the sun goes down and the moon comes up, and when the night begins to usurp, all life starts to croon, by the light of the moon,” stated a tablet of ancient runes lying on the forest floor, amidst the icy viridian blades. As day transitioned to twilight, I walked towards to the nearest cove I could find for a lone wanderer. Enya’s Smaointe resonated through my Walkman, which kept me company in this dismal cold.

I trudged along the pitch-black path, apart from the occasional illuminating fireflies who flew in consternation. I walked along the faint silvery net, which fell to my feet. As I went ahead, the glowing web intensified. Perhaps, this was nature’s sign to the correct path. I paced aimlessly, guided solely by the moon’s glory.

After about 2 hours, I finally arrived at a pristine pond, reflecting the beaming moon. I was blown by the sublime flawed beauty of it. The seas of the moon added a tinge of grey, and it felt so human - it felt as if an angel was smiling down upon me. I analysed how the moon radiated, its glow slowly fading into the midnight blue sky. While I was busy contemplating, the clouds blurred the moon; a queen behind the curtains.

She looked shyly, yet with such prowess. The forest seemed to bow down to her. The lotuses and lilies closed, while the night-blooming jasmine released their scent with full blow. Nocturnal life began to unleash itself: the hooting owls, the crying coyotes, the soaring bats and the luminescent luna moths. I was serenaded by the nightingales’ songs of loving, the cricket’s chirping. It was as if I was in the city, replete with residents of many species.

As I swished my hand in the pond, a population of phytoplankton alarmingly glowed with a soothing blue. I was close to the Eden of my dreams. I basked in the moon’s light, sitting by the pond and closing my eyes. A cool breeze blew past me -- she acknowledged my existence, at last. I felt the most alive I ever had. An embrace to the lonesome heart, truly, by the moon.

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