'Twas night.
The moon,full,in the skies,
with his soothing eyes,
cloaks shrouds of peace
sends dreams with ease.
On the shore below,
near the frothy flow,
listening to the ocean's lull,
stood a little white gull.
Seeing the waves fly high,
It wondered why
the orb with his charm
couldn't keep the sea calm?
It flew with this thought
to the elder it sought,
posed it's query,
not thinking if it was weary.
The elder upon reflection,chose
to answer the dear and rose.
Shook the slumber from it's feathers,
contemplating some rare heathers.
And it spoke thus:
Hearken!with all your ears,
for Iam wise with years.
Hearken to this lore
passed on of yore:
When the Earth was young,
with the trees new sprung,
When the skies were clear,
with the stars so near,
When our shore was new,
and we were but few,
When there was much laughter,
with not yet known slaughter,
The Moon,in all his splendour,
looking over yonder,
chanced to see the ocean in her beauty
and thought of her as a deity.
Spake the Moon:
"O!Daughter of Earth!
Fairest is thee
to me,the ruler of the night.
Of all the things mine eyes should see,
forever shalt thou be the beautiful of sight."
His praise making her shy,
the Princess peeked up at the sky.
Blue and grey,as their eyes met,
On her heart was cast a net.
Into her eyes he looked
and into her eyes he looked.
Unable to tear his gaze away,
spoke to her in this way:
"At thine feet
shall I lay the world.
Thou shalt hold the beat
of my heart till it goes cold.
To thee,
Love shall I give,
take thine hand in mine.
By thee shall I live,
Truly,Iam thine."
Seeing his love,before her,thus laid,
the Princess in her heart was swayed.
She rose to the heights with grace
and ran into his embrace.
Talking,they went hand in hand
wandering upto the farthest land.
In the woods their laughter rang.
The birds for their happiness,sang.
Word of their love,on the tide,
went far and wide.
Of it,the King being made known,
He summoned them to his throne.
Spake the Moon:
"O!High king in halls grand,
fairest is thine daughter of all I have seen.
With thy blessing shall I take her hand
and take her to be my queen"
Spake the Sea:
"O Father!Dearest of all!
Word I gave him never to part.
Betroth me to him in thine hall
and bless us with glad a heart."
Spake the Earth:
"Never shall I be glad at heart
for from thine love,shall woe betide.
Unless thine love shall part,
on land,shalt death stride.
For on thou all life depends.
With thee,peace shall you take
from me,unless thine love ends.
Loath am I to cause thine heart this ache."
Hearing this,
Sad was the Moon
to part with her so soon.
Sad was the Sea
to be apart from he.
Sad was the Earth
and all on his hearth,
to see their tears
for the coming empty years.
From that day
the Moon would never stay
at a place for long
for his will was not strong.
He moved hither
and he moved thither,
sometimes full,sometimes not,
with his own desire he fought.
When he moves near,
the Sea,to greet her dear,
to feel his ray,
leaps up in splendid array.
Ending this story,his heart weeping,
the elder found the little one,in the breeze,sleeping.
Smiling,he kissed it's brow
and kept on looking at the Dance Of Love.
My first ever poem...