I was out this weekend, no computer only television and my cellphone. There was the radio but I didn't turn it on because I wasn't really interested these days in the radio. As I was out there across town with just those "big technology" besides anything electronic over there I pursued the outside. It was on the bay and I loved it but there were only few lights but what mattered was not the lights, the big million dollar houses lined up and even the city which was few minutes from where I was. It was nature, the crashing waves, the crimson sky that veiled the night sky and finally the moon which hid mysteriously in the city life.
The crashing waves were everything for me as it reminded me that the sound it produces is its own. It was a breezy night as if a hat needed to be flying up there in the night sky. It needed a dance partner nevertheless for the trees that were swinging with it were composing already their melodies and chords. The waves was a reminder that life within them can keep coming but it will crash for it is predetermined. The clouds formed a curtain, a curtain that didn't need to be torn by the winds it kept blowing. When the moon showed itself from those clouds it was colored in vermillion. It didn't need to scream its beauty around but what it did was present itself slowly as each cloud line formation drew inches away from the moon. No stars were there to show it needed audience but what it presented was a dance. The trees were the musicians that night, the waves were the audience for each time they crashed it was their form of applause. The cloud was the veil where it hid not only the moon but it was Cupid that night for I fell in love with the moon it showed.
A vermillion colored moon that had showed its true beauty! To that, I give tribute to her beauty by writing this beautiful piece!
"Oh how you have seized upon this velvet night, for your glamour had captivated all the stars but you, and with their brightness bring forth luminescence!
For your grace ever so immaculate let it be beautiful like the moon shining at its brightest not waning for
its dazzle is never going to fade for they will shine on like the wishing stars at night!
So lady divine, let sadness fade and sing your heart of joy for you and I will be in the plane of gods wehre your
sight to them will be anything more but plain!"
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