Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Calm, still, quiet night

Imagine. Above is an ocean of air. We stand on the bed of the ocean and see the surface dappled with moonlight, a thin surface of the ocean that hides behind it an eternity of starlight. Through the ocean vast whale clouds travel, dark against the silvered surface, shadows. Closer, aerymice shriek their song in the stillness, high and sweet, hunting the late moths, winged feasts for hungry bats. Across the fields heavy horses call into the night. The air is still. Sound travels. And over all this she rides splendid, bone white, silvered moon. Almost full, but her shadows dampened by a silk thin cloak of cloud.

6 comments:

Erin said...

lovely photo and beautiful words...hugs to the ginger darlings ^..^

Griffin said...

Yep, that's her - Selene, pale wanderer of the night, the stars wait upon her and give her grace as she walks...

I will never call them bats again - aerymice is just so much better.

Buskitten said...

What beautiful words, enchanting and mysterious.....We watched the same moon, so bright in the night sky.
Love to all,
From us all
x

moreidlethoughts said...

So delicate-seeming, yet she draws the ocean's saltiness into my mangroves.

Katie in NorCal said...

I watched that beautiful moon rise this evening above the Sierra Nevadas in Northern California and thought of you...all of you...half a world away and probably tucked in tight. I thought to myself, "I'll bet She has already written about that 'pale wanderer of the night.'"

Jess said...

Lovely words of a subject close to my heart. I can imagine your own paintings when you describe whale clouds in an ocean sky.x