Moonlight rhapsody








The cool wind blows,
The white globe lights up
The night-sky.
The distant hills are silent;
Lights on the hill-tops.
The air is quiet
With expectation.
Moonlight shines through
The silhouettes of trees.

On nights such as these,
I would lie on the terrace
And just be;
Was that really so long ago?

The dark outlines of the hills
Carve out the horizon
In shades of black and grey.
The wind that caresses my hair
Touches me deep inside,
And also heals.

I feel at peace
With myself and this world.
Amongst these dark distant hills,
Punctuated by specks of sky- light ,
And bathed in the moonlight,
I find myself
Once again.

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