The moonlit night

I wonder if there is anybody in this world who doesnt like to watch a clear night sky with the silvery moon and the twinkling stars? The reasons for the liking might be different ofcourse. Yesterday night, we went to sleep watching the moonlight........ Sounds romantic, Isnt it ?

One of the sides of our hall and the master bedroom has glass doors which opens to a common balcony. Yesterday, just as we were getting ready to sleep after putting my daughter to sleep, me and my hubby noticed a small ball of light through the curtains. My hubby asked me if I could see the moon through the curtains and I was ashamed for not realising that it was the MOON. So we opened the curtains and lied down on our bed watching the moon. The night sky was very clear with so many stars, bright and dull, big and small. It wasnt a full moon day, but the light from the moon was so bright that we could see each other's faces without the night lamp.

Any number of generations would come and go, but moon will be an inspiration to the technology geek and the poet alike. As I said, they might have their own reasons. Like, while my hubby is watching the moon, he is thinking about the science behind it......how far the moon is from the earth, how much more farther the stars are .........and so on. But such thoughts never cross my mind when I am looking at the moon. For me, watching the moon is soothing to my eyes and heart, the moonlit face of my hubby, romantic ;-). While looking at the moon, I have a feeling that somebody elder, like my late grandfather, is watching over us and I feel safer. I am not sure how long I watched the moon before I drifted to peaceful sleep with a smile on my lips. While talking about the moon, I remember one of the poems we had in school called "SILVER" written by Walter de la Mare........

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.