night fell in love with the sparking dewdrop
and hid him in the chasm
to be hung out on a moonless night
in the reassuring abyss
the drop grew multifold
and so did its dreams,
on the next moonless night
as night hung it in the sky
it demanded to be the Moon
the night laughed
“you are my amusement, not the guide”
the dewdrop swept away the night in a tide.
A pleasant poetric divertissement that reaches beyond its formal constraints of fairy tale allegory to dip a toe in deeper existential waters.
Thank you dear Louis
An engaging, surrealistic literary piece.
Thank you Vijay sir 🙂
wonderful writ … Poignant!
Thank you Mangeni