With the thin crescent moon
There is no moonlight
So it’s dark outside, with
Plenty of stars bright
The eerie semi- darkness brings
Many phantoms of memories
Some twinkle like glow worms
Some dance like the fairies
With nothing else to do
I pick a pen and paper
In the flickering candle light,
Start writing a love letter
That billet- doux I write
Will never be sent to you
Will it be cherished or thrown away
I, absolutely , have no clue
The play of light and shadow,
A magical spell casts
This moment with your image
I wish forever lasts
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India