A Moonlite Meet

-by Ronita D'silva

She stood by his door,
She gazed in calm,
Looking at her radiant blue eyes,
He was astonished by her charm.

Never did he imagine she would return,
Not the slightest hope he had
Now looking at her, filled him with concern,
As her face seemed sad

From the day he had left,
From the day they lived away,
Only she was on his mind,
He wondered of her all day.

He thought of her as the same li’l girl,
With messed up hair, waiting by the river
But now this lady was imperial,
With serene eyes carrying a glorious glimmer

Something she hid behind those eyes,
Her mind was of a warrior, yet her soul cried
Of what he had no idea for he beheld her smile,
And Princess was happy to see him and her sorrow died

Years of yore they had spent,
In the ashen thoughts of loneliness
But their minds were one as they relent,
To the magical ways to speak and caress

Years after, they come to meet
And face each other in surprise,
So much is to be said ‘fore the greet
Yet they stood there ‘till the moonrise.

And in her eyes the moonlight shone,
He saw in them the tears of love
And in his eyes his love was shown,
And the world for them seemed hollowed.