Dancing to the music of the stars


Sometimes, she catches her mind wandering. Wandering into worlds that she had told herself were no more. Worlds that she had told herself no longer exist. Those worlds used to be beautiful places, places of serenity, and places of dreams. But she soon realised that what had made those worlds magical, was because he was there. In those worlds they had co-existed, in those worlds they had breathed the same air; they had lived under the same skies. Beautiful blue skies with no clouds in sight, the sun shone brightly. By night, the sky was a perfect black, with a big full radiant night ball suspended in the atmosphere. If that moon could sing it would have looked down upon them and render a celebratory song in an unknown language that their ears could not make sense of, but their hearts could understand perfectly.

Then, as though suddenly, clouds began to gather. They gathered as though responding to the sound of a mighty horn calling all soldiers to report for duty, for a battle that was about to begin. Perhaps the clouds had always been there, high up in the sky playing a game of hide and seek. Waiting for the perfect moment to shed themselves of the excess baggage that they carried. It began to rain. It rained. It poured. It flooded. She found herself, sending out a dove from the ark that she had found shelter in, only for it to return for it had not found any dry land...

At last, when she awoke from what seemed like centuries of slumber, the flood waters had receded. She ventured out, looked up at the sky. The sky greeted her. The warm rays of the sun kissed her face. This new world seemed different. She looked up once again and saw a rainbow and she hoped with all her being until it hurt, that this was a sign that her world would never again be swallowed by floods so vicious in nature.

Now when she looks at the sky, she smiles. She smiles because she remembers the days before the flood. She remembers that there was once a world gone by, where they once co-existed where the sweet melodies of the moon served as the soundtrack to their existence. Although that world no longer exists, there are many other worlds and galaxies where the moons and stars will make sweet symphony music and she will dance again.

Yes, she will dance again. She will dance again. Her feet will learn the new rhythm to which she should move.

She will dance again she owes it to the universe and to herself.

 

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