Lovely Sight

The lamp-post stood, absorbing the sight that skipped by. The lofty silence smirked sinister in the darkness. One came along, turned around the corner, it became two. Illumination hits.


Two passed the lamp-post, thir faces etched with the same silly mouth-twitch. A pool of light cuddled the arm-swinging two, as they print path-ed down the pavement. The slight pitter-patter of their feet laced a lovely shimmy amidst the surrounding canopy.


The light lends a tint on their faces, and glossed a stretching shadow on the pavement . It had a slight rhythmic flow to it. When it was short, the lamp-light saw it extend slightly, with each step, getting longer and longer, till the corners of the shadow became a blurry grey. Abruptly, it twirled to a black stump, like a playful pirouette of the little ballerina girl.


A bleached silence entwined with ebb of the night whispers, shrouded them in a translucent mist. Peachy rays teased kisses on their faces, left the two like blushed buttercups preened with an incandescent glow. Hand in hand, the basking moonlight watched one became two and two become nothing.


The guiding lamp-post, the dainty bouncing flies, the chorused crescendo of the bullfrogs melted into a beautiful palette as the two absconded into the darkness. It was yet another moonlit night.


They were just walking the distance, in symmetrical likeness.


What a lovely sight to behold.