Bewitched by the Moonbeam’s Song

If I could let the Night swallow me whole, I would, just to spend a few moments with her, embraced in her eternal silence, which lures me out of bed. I open the window and listen.

I hear her nothingness.

I feel its tender whispers.

I sense its gentle caress on my cheek.

But mostly, I’m bewitched by her depth. The more I listen, the more I feel I’m traveling down, deeper and deeper. And when I think I’ve reached the bottom, another layer unfolds, and it goes on and on. Until it slowly becomes too much for me, a mere human, to be present with her.

But I can’t stop. I feel at home.  

A moonbeam lands in my way, softly leaving a silver touch on my skin. The breeze blows it away, and it quickly reaches my hair, leaving it all ruffled. I hear a chuckle, and I smile back. How she knows what I need before I even think about it is beyond me.

“Shh, close your eyes,” a whisper says.

The second I do it, I find myself walking barefoot in a misty grove. I feel the grass covered in Night dew under my feet. I’m wearing nothing but the Night’s dark blue skies on me. My hair swims down to my breasts, observing with fascination how the wind confesses its profound affections while leaving a trail of tender kisses on each strand of hair.

As I walk the path, I hear Night’s creatures welcoming me in. The silence has completely transformed into a full-blown symphony, and somehow, I’m also playing a role in that.

My body hums with pleasure and excitement. It feels at home between the trees and night flowers that are just waking up, stretching out their petals and opening under the light of the Moon, in total surrender and adoration of its love for them.

The Jasmine flower spreads her essence across the whole grove, hypnotizing me in ways I never thought a smell could do. The Angel Trumpets sing loudly, and the sound travels to the very core of my being. 

And then there’s the Queen of the Night, who sits on her throne. I bow to her, and remain in awe of the white crown that circles her center.

I reach a small pond, and the temptation to let the moon-infused water enrapture me is uncontrollable. I slowly lower my body in it, and I melt entirely. She holds me, as if she knows the effect she has on me and I decide I could live in this state forever.