Sparkatale

Les Convalescents

There sat beside a moonlit pool,

On either side, two shadows,

As their war-wounds they nursed

Below the faintest starlight.

And between them, right mid-way,

Sat a fountain, though extinguished,

With the figure of a nereid

Gazing out across the water.

One shadow looked across and saw the other,

Their eyes met halfway across the rippled water,

And averted then their gaze in fear,

For one could never bear to see the other.

And as the nighttime breeze blew overhead,

The starlight danced across that garden pool,

And invited on those shadows to the dance,

But crippled from their wounds, they sat alone.

The night passed on, and midnight came,

The stars danced on around the moonlight,

Yet the wounded shadows sat in ghostly silence,

Lest the other saw their weakened state.

The hours passed, alone they sat,

Unmoving, and the night seemed then so endless,

As the wind died down, the stars were still,

Beneath a lonely moonlight, up above that garden pool.

27/3/19