Alluring Artist

Love the early hours when, sometimes, the pearly light of the moon — bewitched — welcomes the rose of dawn. A divine beauty in each. The sky still lit with moonlight; the moon glowing as never before — full of love — just before it merges, dazzled, losing itself, uniting with the sun.

I see the pale, shimmering rose in the sea, dancing enticingly. I can feel its reflection within me — special moments playing a dance of their own. A wondrous beauty: repetitive, yet awesome; fresh, new. Never getting enough, never escaping the magic. Always, always bathed in this rose and pearl.

I feel lucky to witness both sunrise and sunset from my bedroom windows — one facing east, another west. Even the moon glows right outside, struggling up there with the clouds. So many are there — unendingly — and yet, impossible to resist those fleeting glimpses full of smiles. I can’t help falling in love. The joy reflected so pervasively.

Basking in that ethereal glow, mesmerised — unable to contain, to hold — when the ache merges shimmeringly in this dance of shadows and light, as divinity softly enters my heart, bathed in a magical hush. Yes, the need is there: to hold this tiny miracle that glows in my eyes, that settles in my heart, that makes me forget everything. Involuntarily, I stretch out my palm as if to hold something beyond — way beyond — and it smiles reflectively, as I shake my head in wonder at this irresistible bond that pulls me despite all comprehension.

The sounds of the birds, the lapping of the sea, and the fiery sky — both at dawn and dusk. There is nothing like it. Words could never capture that beauty — awesome, free, fresh, yet unseen.

We’d rather stand in line for tickets to sightsee, go to art galleries… yet this wonder always escapes, always. A plane fascinates — but the flight of a bird! Have you ever seen the pure symphony in it? The ecstasy of frolicking with the winds — an ethereal dance in the sky. Nature teaches us so much: poetry in motion. The artist in every creation, every stroke — laughingly giving us all the answers we seek.

Like tiny shells in the sea, each soul thirsts. Droplets of water evaporate — a cyclic miracle of life and death — leaving the salt behind each time, to pour as the breath of life again, yet again…