A Beautiful Night

This is a classical "page from the past". I happened to stumble upon this un-finished article which I had written on March 23rd 2011. It was kept hidden in a remote folder of my computer. I decided to post the unfinished random thoughts as they were....

"It’s a beautiful night, a couple of days  ago we had the supermoon, ironically after many days there is no light in my room. I could see the all-out bulb flickering against the low voltage and finally fading into darkness.

But the night has something magical about itself. A feeling of calmness and security covers me like a small boy pulling a fur coat from his closet, in the eastern European winter and wrapping it around looks outside, at the camp-fire lit by his friends, feeling the warmth through the glass window.

After a long time, I feel like writing about health and happiness. Life and well being, freedom and fun.

These are good times, it’s a beautiful night...."

and I wrote the following lines...

Her eyes had a glitter, of a free soul…

Shrinking while she grinned with the dimpled role……..

Her laughter,her expressions,her scent and her hair…….synced like the piano, playing a dream (which is) rare……

 she jumps and runs ,like a doe on a ramp…

Running through the forest, in the wild calm…..

I follow her through the woods, across the highs and lows…

into the deep mountains and seas which roar……….

But mountains are too high and seas are filled with sharks,

Climbing and swimming them in poetry ,is like scratching your head for a better line :D

“La Belle dame sans Merci: is what Mr.Keats said, after his pursuit of the rampant doe….