Long after a purple twilight
Fades into a moonlit night,
And the waves gently splash the shores
And lull the sands to a restless slumber,
The woods are hushed,
The woods are still,
Till the ocean breeze through the leaves
Snaps the busy, forest life out of their sleep.
And there she walked, deep in thought,
Wondering where she'd end up next
Just following the snaky, wooded path.
A question lingered in her mind,
The answer to it she could not find,
It didn't matter, and she didn't care.
She knew that it would come to her
Some day, some time, some place else,
She was just happy to be there.
A musty smell passed her by,
She enjoyed it while she could,
The crickets' chatter made her smile,
Though she wished they wouldn't fly.
A hint of blue caught her eye,
It seemed an alien flower,
Or was it just the moon above
Upto its usual tricks ?
She stopped, she turned and headed there,
Where this new mystery lay,
The foliage shut out the moon, so that she didn't see
Just when she had, happily, walked straight into a tree.
He laughed out loud, it filled the air,
She looked up with a glare,
She rubbed her poor, injured nose,
Or so she thought right then,
But as she joined him in his laugh
Not strangely, she brightened.
The blue flower found himself alone
All over once again,
They weren't impressed with what they saw
So they walked on and away.
What troubled him was the starless sky,
It was clear and incomplete,
A pretty picture it would have made
With downy, fluffy clouds, at least.
The image of a thunderstorm floated through his mind,
The lightning streaks, high up there
Tearing up the sky,
Alights the deadened, darkened gloom
The moon had left behind.
Angrily, the leaden clouds do roar with all their might,
And the forest life, burrowed deep, quiver and quake in fright,
The raindrops trickling down the leaves,
Drenched in silvery light,
The fragrance of the moist earth
And the blossoms, freshly bathed,
The scurrying creatures of the night, emerge from hiding,
A different world, a glistening world, as delightful as can be.
A joyous walk through puddled paths
He knew it wouldn't be,
Water creeping down his soaked spine
Was far from what he needed.
He looked up now, and there she was,
Basking in her own light,
He softly sighed, and was he glad
He was with her and nowhere else.
He looked up now, and there he was
Brought right down, onto the ground,
A mossy patch had done him in
While other sights he'd had to see.
Amazed, he stared at her as she
Overflowed with peals of laughter,
While there he lay on the grassy floor
With something green walking up his sleeve.
He brushed it off, he stood up, he grinned,
He thought it indeed true,
That some, old, soul in the heavens above
Somehow did even scores.
The sea-sounds grew more distinct now,
The air damper with every step,
The lonely sea shore, at last was reached
When through the leaves was seen,
The waves caressing sandy shores, the moon beaming on.
And endlessly they did gaze, at the vision before their eyes,
Till someone realised the beach was still left unexplored.
A heady whiff of ocean breeze took him far, far away,
Till she brought him back to the moonlit shore
Pointing out a solitary star,
He wondered how he had not seen, when to his joy he saw,
Faint and tiny stars shining dimly in the sky,
We've endured enough, they said, not meekly, to the moon,
The skies are yours, as well as ours, what say you, to a truce ?
The gracious moon, in the best of moods, kindly did oblige.
Contentedly, he smiled along, the stars kept shining on.
And back it came, the question, unanswered as before,
She wished that it would go away, and let her stay in peace.
The shifting sands below her feet, could offer no solace,
When he wondered just where she was, he wondered out aloud.
She shrugged and answered listlessly,
She didn't quite know herself.
The trip back to the real world, brought her to her senses
And made her feel her hunger pangs so very painfully,
Ah yes, he said, if only, the hamper had been here,
If only in her haste she had not left it on the table.
These trifles worked out for the best, she said, as she knew,
Carry it, she would not have, and surely, neither would he.
A crooked branch she found at last, lying in the sand,
A wand, a sword, a pen it turned into, in her hand.
The fairies shied from the oceanside, they hid in forests deep,
A warrior she could never be, she confessed, lazily.
So she scribbled, scribbled, scribbled away, to her heart's content,
As the sandy grains made way for her writing instrument.
She drew cottages and birds and stars with happy faces here and there,
Lyrics of her favourite songs she traced out with care,
Till effortlessly, a weakling of a wind
Brought the sand back to its place.
She wrote on, it mattered not that it'd disappear without a trace,
What mattered were the incredible words she'd never quite forget.
She wished that there were shells around to keep her art in place,
A spotless, perfect beach as this, she never before had seen.
He reached the foamy water's edge, facing the full moon,
Her soothing aura awed him so, he stood there, transfixed.
The music of the lapping waves, slowly, he discerned,
And joined the humming sea mist, not in perfect harmony.
He threw his voice upon the waves,
The tunes never made more sense.
He saw the moon smile down at him,
He winked, to let her know, that he believed in her
Heavenly face, and not some man, no one could place.
And just when he broke into a dance, he never did know.
His steady, swaying, steps, they seemed to usher in the sea,
The snapping of his fingertips, did so excite the breeze.
The trance wore off quite suddenly, when he heard her cry
At this most unusual sight that lay before her eyes.
At length they met before the waves,
Their laughter yet to die,
As she used her quill to paint his face,
While he sang a nursery rhyme.
Along the trailing shore they walked, seemingly headed nowhere,
The conversation knew no end, they carried on without a care.
The rocky cliff they did climb, to seat themselves up high,
And sure enough, the view below, made them catch their breath.
And carelessly, the sea sprays did brush past their cheeks,
The happy moon peered at them both, so very much at ease.
She sang a song, a light-hearted one,
He followed it up with another,
The duet wouldn't work out fine
And amused them for a while.
On the jagged surface, he did try to drum a beat,
Till the prospect of a battered hand got him to tap his feet.
She continued her handiwork on the uneven, rock wall,
Till impulsively, her magic pen into the waves she let fall.
She followed its peaceful course as it slowly floated away,
Till she could see it no longer on the grey and white waves.
A tearful farewell it was not meant to be,
As she saw herself shout out, an ecstatic goodbye.
He cheered with whole heart and soul, making ample noise
Befitting such activities on a lovely, moonlit night.
She couldn't help a tiny yawn, it was so very late,
He grinned and found himself some place, just to lie and wait,
Accusing him of stealing her place
She propped herself on a huge, dark stone.
The stars shone bright in an inky sky,
He beheld the moon as she kept an eye
On every creature that roamed the night.
He turned, he saw, he knew right when
She closed her eyes and she drifted off
To a distant land, a land of dreams
Where logic and reason are banished away
And where secret wishes could set sail.