The Moon visits again, greeting me with its ghostly radiance illuminating in the night sky. I see it hiding behind the silhouette of the ipil-ipil from the bay window, pondering on life and love as I try to force myself to sleep. Yet it winks with intention, as if trying to remind me of something. I smile at the gesture, more awake than ever. Restless, I shift my weight to the left side for a better view of the Moon. It sees me making movement then shines an even brighter calmness—a discreet exchange between two old friends.
To my delight, the Moon then dives towards the fishpond scattering its star-like dust onto the quiescent surface of the water. But it has now gone farther, off to the mountains. My gaze following, I call on it with no words but rather with a hopeful expression on my face. Sensing my request, it gracefully dances back to the pond, over a few coconut trees and then satisfyingly positioning itself in front of my window. I return a smile, thanking it for coming back. Then I remember…
Its beauty and playfulness has distracted me from my thoughts on life and love! But I am in no distress but rather in peace. There is magic whenever it comes for a visit. And every time that it does, I forget the harshness of life.
My eyelids are now heavy from its unspoken lullaby and caressing splendor. I slowly fall into a deep sleep, now unaware if the Moon is still watching me or has gone back to the heavens where it then rests, waiting for another night to come.
