A secret ball in the forest floor,
Held every day in the soft hour,
None gave the invitation around,
The 'secret' in the secret ball,
Taken so resolutely profound.
The prosaic rhythm of the ball,
Lulled the joy to a hopeless call,
The fireflies twinkled and dwindled,
The mellow hum tinkled and ebbed,
The forest floor sighed in longing,
Waiting for his promised bride.
One day on her leisurely errand,
Pregnant moon mother looked down,
Upon the forest lad lovelorn and lost,
Her silvery glow reached out slow,
Fondled the forest lad soaked in sorrow,
Promised the lad a companion soon,
In the months of aphelion moon,
She whispered to the babe in her belly,
About the forest lad in a viridian suit,
She felt a tiny limb touch her womb,
The fetus's promise its first to its pal.
Months peered at the forest as it passed,
The forest lad grew forlorn and tall,
In height and for the eager sight.
On a night when the moon shone bright,
A young maiden followed the light,
She walked and walked, treaded soft,
On the silvery trail, her mother lead,
Curiosity swam in her fish-like eyes,
As she stepped into the forest land,
Swirl of fireflies greeted her to the ball.
She gasped at the ethereal glimpse,
Blushed, deep and shy when she met,
The lad dressed in deep viridian shade,
The dappled moonlight lit his frame,
Telling her child that he's her twin flame,
The Child smiled at woman she became,
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Nefelibata- The rants of a cloud-walker
PoetryA restless logophile's logbook of rants. 🗣 When words and visuals pound my head I seek my hero/fountain pen to lasso them down on a paper. 📓✍ But when life gives me wattpad, I might as well type them out to share with you all readers. 🤷♀️❤ Star...
