Moonlight Sonata

•14 - Shore•

Shore: the land along the edge of a sea, lake, or other large body of water.

•He•

One spring evening, She told me that Her vision was fuzzy. Not empty, not dark, not non-existent.

Fuzzy.

We were sitting on the front-side of the house, as we did almost every day now, and She was explaining colours to me. My vision was in a complete haze, and it had become impossible now to distinguish a thing from the other. And this haze had finally caught Her up, Her grains slowly ebbing away like windblown sand. She wasn't a bright contrast anymore, compared to everything around. All that was left was now, was an overturned pallet of used hues.

She talked of bees - yellow furballs with wings - and I wondered if She was seeing the same colour I was. She talked of leaves, and clouds, and flowers, and waterfalls. She talked of night and day and the sun and stars. She said all of these I had taught Her one day, and now was Her turn to pay it back.

She also explained how things came to be this way, and I marveled at how easy it was, for two roles to be such reversed, and the only surety of words being trust.

Over the passed time, I had lost so much - everything I had. Once a being of great consequence, all I was now was rust. From the guide and center of someone's sea, I had been rudely pushed to the side.

But there was a strange calm in being powerless, a strange satisfaction in being rescued from the shore, and brought back to the middle of the ocean, to be churned around in it once more.

For the shore was still, but bare. The sand was safe, but black. And though the wolves howled here all night, ignorance was the cry of the pack.

But it was a beautiful world, so She explained, and I felt a kind of bliss, unknown to mankind, I was sure, for it was so easy to miss.

And in such a moment, mid-sentence, did She suddenly stop. And stood up so fast, the crow on Her shoulder, took flight with a terrified hop.

"There is light in my eyes!" She cried. "Oh, the time has come!"

And I stiffened up at once, for indeed, the hour had struck. For there was a mad fervour on Her face, a suppressed shiver in Her limbs, and though I couldn't see it all, the very air was shaken by Her whim - to suddenly shout out loud, at the very top of Her lungs, and let the world know that new days had begun!

She sat back down again, and turned towards me. And for the first time ever, She saw exactly what I could see:

Two beady eyes - blurry, but sharp. Sparkling with zest, yet tarnished with dust.

There was a mellow glow around us, even though it was spring. A funny gradient of yellow to brown, and here and there, some green.

Had spent ages, She'd said, the two of us, trying to fill in the blanks. But here we were, finally, both on the same plank. For a few seconds at least, we saw the world as one.

And then, like a switch flicked off, two pairs of eyes became one.

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