Written by Justina Elias
Night painted the sky and waited.
Heart beating, breath abated for a single
sign of the familiar glow of the light she
had come to love and know.
The seconds crept on as she counted the
Stars or looked down below to follow
the cars. But there she remained in the abyss.
Tired and weary and impatiently restless.
She called out to the Moon but got no reply
and welcomed the dawn with a sad little sigh.
And the Moon let out a cry of despair. But
no sound echoed into the night air.
For the Moon had been there, calling out
every hour but, had lost her voice and all of her
power. Invisible to all, she whispered goodbye.
As the Sun shone her rays, piercing the sky.