Sound of Moonlight

The lights begin to dim, as she walks in;

Draped in silver threads, is her glowing skin.

Like the quivering butterfly wings,

Her eyelids flutter close, as she sings.

Her voice resounds across the sky,

Holding the triumph of a child’s first cry.

The song is filled with joy and mirth,

Like the music of a flower’s birth.

So softly, the melody flows,

Rustling their feathers as the nightingales doze.

Enchanted by her beautiful beam,

The stars around her blush and gleam.

As she walks along the aisle,

The waves rise to watch her smile.

She sounds like the thrill of bedtime stories,

And like laughter, free of worries.

Like the curiosity in a child’s eyes,

Like mischiefs and innocent lies.

Like the mysteries that hide in the dark,

Like the joyous cries of the skylark.

She echoes the soft breaths of kids,

As sleep begins to caress their eyelids.

She voices the longing of lovers and their wistful sighs,

As a ray of hope brightens the skies.

The world is lost in the beauty of her song,

Until another moonlit night comes along!

-Pavithra Seshadri

Image courtesy: Google Images

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