Down by the Meadows...

(this is my first article,
any feedbacks or comment, i would be glad to receive them ^_^ , enjoy)

Stars nor Moon were seen,
The could was dark, he searched long
The twinkling that he desired long enough.
Was it the evil or just the stormy clouds that barred her?
but nay, he did not wander, for he knew she was there.

Indeed she was there…

Before long, long before the eastern horizon turned
Grey and pale,
He was gifted by her for he stayed there still believing…
Still believing there would be there, surely, his twinkling star,
For she saw his love for her.

It was not the twinkle,
Not the aurora neither the Santa Clause in the sky,
But the ultimate gift he ever received from her - a shooting star!!!
Lost were his words to describe her,
Her beauty and her anything to everything,
It was a wonderful enchanting sight ever to behold in his life,
nothing like that before, nothing like after,
and he felt like leaves in a forest,
that could not describe anything of her, forget the everything.

He stood there wonderstruck,
The wind blew, the grass whistled,
And the Moon shown again before growing old and dying until the next resurrection.
He stood there, she was there.
He gazed, she gazed.
Thither after
He always went by the meadows.
<3