Tonight, it was her turn to kiss him goodnight. She looked up into the midnight sky lovingly, her deep gaze fixed on her beautiful lover. He was in full luminance tonight, his easy charm making her heart flutter, his lingering smile making her insides melt, his romantic serenade embellishing the night sky.
Sounds of hordes of nocturnal creatures making merry in the dead of the night echoed through the empty farms. As she walked the fertile earth, she could feel swarms of locusts buzzing past her. Oops… a lonely cricket just got crushed under her feet. “Nothing is going to distract me from him, not tonight” , she said aloud to herself.
She walked up slowly to the lone oak tree in the middle of the farm. She loved to rest underneath the tree in the hot afternoons, taking in the cool shade that it offered. At this time of the night, even to her, it looked a trifle scary – with its myriad little branches spread out against the night sky like the hundred arms of a flying witch, its main trunk looming large over her like the broom on which the witch roamed the skies. She stopped a good ten yards in front of the tree, regained her composure and made sure her heart was beating at a normal pace before finally making herself comfortable under one of its branches.
She liked to play this little game sometimes. Through the intricate weaving of the leaves, she could catch fleeting glimpses of her lover in the sky. She craned her neck to and fro as the leaves and the clouds masked and unmasked her lover, creating a delicate play of shadow and light. She loved it when a beam of light directly poured into her eyes; for that was when their gaze met each other and that was when she always felt herself to be truly in love with him. At those moments, she felt she could do anything for him. Roam the lands forever in search of him, wait for a hundred suns to pass before he finally appeared, or walk till the ends of the earth just to see a glimpse of him.
Somewhere far in the distance, she could hear gypsies play the songs of eternal love and she could see their dancing silhouettes against burning bonfires. The soft tunes of crude guitars and make-shift clarinets, coupled with their rhythmic chanting was starting to put her in a bit of a trance. She couldn’t resist singing along herself, her mellow voice peppering the gypsies’ songs every now and then. She looked up, cajoling her lover to join her for a little round of a slow tango. She loved to dance, but she hated dancing alone. Whenever she felt her body give in to the rhythm and the beats, she wanted him to hold her, lead her into a night of a slow, intimate dance where words held no meaning. The way they touched told them how they felt, and their passion was conveyed through nothing but their eyes.
Tonight, he seemed to be in a playful mood. He was being completely chivalrous, following her with a spot-light like beam wherever she went. He was being naughty, focusing on the curves on her body and making her feel embarrassed. He was being romantic, neatly shuffling the stars around him to make them resemble her face.
And he was being defiant. It was almost 4:45 am now, and he was refusing to go. He was holding his own against his brighter cousin, who was slowly beginning to fill the sky with a radiant orange hue. It was apparent that just like her, he didn’t want this night to end. He didn’t want the day to ever come back. He wasn’t ready to be alone, without her, for another 16 hours. He didn’t want to feel that emptiness again. He felt complete, with her.
The lovers watched in sadness, as the orange tyrant slowly took over the early morning sky. As his slight silvery beams could no longer match up to the harsh orange sky, he was slowly beginning to fade away into the horizon. She watched in pain, as she could do nothing to hold on to him, nothing to prevent him from going away.
She’d have to wait, wait for another 16 hours, wait for another night to fall in the countryside, in order to see him again. As the day broke and she could see him no more, she sat up from her seat underneath the oak branch, let a little salty drop of agony flow down from her eyes onto her cheeks, looked up in the sky with eyes that reeked of anger and howled wildly at the orange tyrant.
She then turned back on all her four legs and walked back into the woods to rejoin her pack of wolves.
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