<5:32am. >
no, not tired at all. Waiting for the magnificent moment.
all by myself.
holding my dearest Cyber-shot P7, oldies but goodies.
Admittedly, inevitably, it's aged.
that's what you always teased at.
Can't even grasp a further figure, especially at night.
It used to be a tough hunter.
Missing that Canon.
Though giant, clumsy,unfriendly,
nice.
The one that could capture a dim luna, thousands of eyes glittering high above
and staring at us.
The one that witnessed the blessed minutes, the hurried hours, the chilly days.
The one that delighted me, always.
No a single star.
just rows of street lamps hanging from above,
torpidly, sighing a sigh.
too tired to dance the night away.
too tired to make a sound.
<5:59am. >
the unbroken curtain of clouds ultimately undrew.
Luna approached me, eventually, from behind the curtain.
gently whispered breezes through my hair.
'sorry that i'm late.'
'not at all.' |
Submission Name: The Eclipse. 
