It rises slowly and silently
to the
muted beat of the moon rise,
with
the stars twinkling in applause,
Lo
and Behold, the Night has risen.
The glimmering waters dance with the force of the moon.
The
wandering mind locks its gaze with the audaciously mellow night,
then
it relives the laughs of the day and quietly sheds tears for pain
Lo
and Behold, the Night has risen.
There are no rainbows to light a pathway in the infinite
sky,
Nor any
chirping birds to fill the air with their mellifluous sounds.
In
their absence, unadorned, the charm of the changeling dusk grows.
As
the need to decorate slips away the mind meets the soul, undone.
Lo
and Behold, the Night has risen.
The twinkling stars hold steady from one moment to the next,
the
twinkling stars move across leagues, even in their perceived stillness.
From
one moment to the next the night changes the world,
then
again, nothing changes at all, magic breeds reality.
Lo
and Behold, the Night has risen.
Little by little, the air becomes still, with every step,
the
footsteps get lighter and quieter.
In
reverence to the passing of another day,
heavy
with the memories of every breath,
the
eyes close to the world.
Lo
and Behold, the Night has fallen.
~Rishika Sudhir Dhody
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