Moonlight Sonata | Quick Piece

The night wasn’t letting me rest. For the last two hours, I battled with it, trying to negotiate a time through my closed eyes to let the night give me rest. I groaned and tossed and turned to my side, hoping to find a comfortable spot, but through my eyes, a silver light shone and sparked my curiosity. Like a diamond in the sky, the moon shone through my blinds and I was left speechless and I forgot about my battle with night. I let the night bask me in its beauty and I watched it dance with the trees, twirling around its arms like a lover on the side. I listened to the lullaby it sang to the city, drawing the usually active city into slumber and I was its witness of its handiwork. Even under my attempts of my own handiwork, it appeared dull and grey when in reality, it was a bright beacon of brilliance. It casted a shadow of myself, how others may see me, how I would see myself on my apartment walls and as honored as I felt to lay witness to this sight, I felt myself blending into the shadows and becoming anonymous. In my new anonymous status, I accepted defeat with the night and felt myself slip away into myself and into the picturesque world that I had a privilege to take part in.

Unconfined Thoughts 14 – A Moment of Stillness

In the cold, we sat side by side and we reverberated warmth through our silence and awe of the quiet autumn. The waves rippled in the translucent lake beating against the patient and wise rocks and our soft murmur repeated the wishes of the gentle lake. And slowly, but surely the sun started to nestle itself against the mountains casting a soft glow on our faces. Someone next to me whispered her appreciation of the world’s beauty and I couldn’t help but agree. The sun painted an everlasting picture in our minds leaving behind silhouettes and memories that no picture can ever take away. The moon watched us from behind an old church steeple just like a parent makes sure their child is asleep before leaving them to their dreams. And in this moment of stillness, you can’t help but wonder, if it will occur again, just once more, enough for the soul to heal.

Written: 12/16/16 10:40pm