By Andrew Pacutho:
The night is indeed beautiful. It's when I am most awake and alive. With our constant load shedding the blacked out cityscape gives way to a well light sky with stars sparkling all over transforming the heavens to a magnificent canvass of brilliant colour and light. It's magical.
But there are seasons when the stars give way to something bigger, brighter and more enchanting; the moon – it bathes the landscape in a cool eerie, magical light transforming a dark brooding landscape into one of splendour and possibilities. Sometimes I think if you look hard enough you can see fairies dance in the fields and even feel the magic in the air.
These nights are even better when there is a cool breeze blowing, turning the warm night air into a better companion and the warm embrace of a loved one more welcome.
It's at these times that thoughts of you overwhelm me. I want to hold you close as we gaze into the night sky. I want to share with you the joy of seeing a shooting star and the wonder of the canopy that is the night sky. But above all I just want to hold you as we share another moment of our lives in the garden that is our life, our own Eden, our own world.
It's on such nights that I whisper my sweet nothings to the night sky and hope that as the breeze blows through it would carry these words to you and as you lie awake in your bed you would feel a familiar warmth or that as you slept my idle sweet words would caress your face – bringing a smile to your face even as you slept and turn a night of still silent sleep into a slumber filled with happy dreams.
I talk to the moon on days like these. I tell the moon of your splendour and beauty. I tell the moon how much you mean to me and how you make me feel. I enthrall the moon with stories of you and share just how much I miss you.
I pray that on these days you look up to the moon and smile as the moon talks to you too, telling you all the things I have told it too.
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