The Moonlight Angel

The night was filled with moonlight. I was on a stroll through a park, there was very little light from the lamps. I might have been uneasy if it wasn’t for the the moon’s guiding hand. The night was filled with a chorus of night creatures. The crickets were the leading strings. The owls were the gentle winds. The frogs were the brash brasses. I approached the soft flowing stream. A gentle breeze touched me with its wispy finger tips.

    Then there she was, the stunning moonlight angel. Her face was soft and fair. Her hair was a bluish white. She descended with a gentle grace onto the water. I was gawking at the heavenly figure before me. She kneeled down in the stream and the water began to glow a celestial blue. She was singing a beautiful tune that matched her chorus of creatures. She seemed to have not noticed me yet. I walked over to her and sat down alongside her. I continued to be ensnared by her beauty and song. She broke my trance by grabbing my hand. She smiled at me and in that moment, it felt like she said a million words to me. Her smile formed into a frown as she stood up. I hastily got up and hugged her. But that did not change the fact she had to leave. She gracefully floated up to her home. I stood there staring at her ancient palace hoping one day, I could see the moonlight angel again.