Moonsilver
A love story courtesy of the Moon; about glowing sand, the whisper of the western wind, and singing silver.
ON ONE SPRING NIGHT, WHEN THE MOON WAS BLUE
And the sea shone silver-white,
He walked the shores of the sands of time
By moonbeam and starlight.
He wrote “I love you” in the sand—
The words he could not say—
And watched the light dance on the sea
And softly walked away.
But then the Moon turned golden-white,
And the stars danced in the sky,
And the whisper of the western wind
Swirled o’er the sand and by.
It swirled the sand into the night
And silver of the Moon—
Which gave the whirling sand its light
And a lustrous, silver tune.
The singing silver left the shores—
Led by the moonbeams’ light—
And whirled above the silent streets
Of a village in the night.
It streamed into a cottage home
Through the gap beneath the door
And softly through a quiet hall—
A gleam on wall and floor.
She woke from deep and dream-like sleep
When she heard its silver song.
Her bare feet touched the cool, gray stone
And followed it along.
Through paths and streets and alleyways
It led her through the night.
Until she came to a bridge above
A stream of silver light.
He met her there, on his way home,
Beneath the midnight Moon,
When the stars sang in the sky above
In the light of a silver noon.
And this spring night, the Moon is blue
And the sea shines silver-white,
And they walk the shores of the sands of time
By moonbeam and starlight.
So whimsical and lovely! I love the image of the silver light coming in under the door, and the stars singing is lovely. I’ve used that concept in a poem I’m working on as well!
Excellent rhythm as well. :)
Such a tender, sweet story! To think that our words may hold power, even if we're certain they are doomed to lifelessness. This reminds me of a quote from Kate DiCamillo:
"It was dangerous to allow yourself to believe that what you said directly influenced the universe.
But sometimes it did, didn't it?"