Moon in Satin

Away from the shouts and the noise made by the currency, into the wild woods he disappeared... 

To rediscover the warmth of romance he once lost! 

Never did he imagine that the view of the moon, walking elegantly bright and high in the dark skies would be such a master piece ever witnessed by his shallow eyes!

Dressed in white satin she walked, right in front of his eyes, with deep dark hair dancing to the wild winds of the cold nights...

As he argued about the loneliness of the stars in the sky with her, he watched the moon at an arms distance... Beautiful!  He thought to himself. Neither could he spill it out nor stop thinking! With every sip of wine she looked more beautiful, as they say, beauty is endless! An endless stream of beauty flowing right in front of his eyes but he couldn't tell!

Amongst the woods they made love when the crickets sang happily and when the woods laughed out loud... Under the blanket of skies , sometimes blue and sometimes black,
Sometimes passing and sometimes motionless as if looking down from above at the romance they conceived.

For they cracked open the shell to look at each other for the first time,
Naked and stripped off from the fear, they kissed the poetry together, a hundred times may be? For he had forgotten the time and the numbers at the moment!

Whispers and exchange of looks were the only audience because the world was asleep and the voices silent
As they crossed the borders from outside and the one inside, they found something precious when their breathing and the heart beats raced together!

Wish that moment lasted for a life time he said to himself! Wish he could tell the moon how beautiful she looked from the glass of the red wine, on the cold winter nights in the woods!