The Moonlight's Call  

Shahauna sat beside the pond to watch the moonlight shine.
It whispered with a gentle glow of a long, forgotten time.
A time so far behind her, where flowers often grew,
and nursed upon the water’s edge while bathed in morning dew.

A time of quiet beauty she tried so long to see,
then touched the water’s surface to re-stir its memory.
She cupped the moon’s reflection with its soft and gentle glow,
that shone along the water’s edge where beauty used to grow.

She’d dream of birds in spring time and trees that offered shade
to crystal clear-blue waters, near the evening’s pond, she laid.
Then star light flashed upon her and showed her how she knew
the memories of long ago beside the pond of blue.

For she was of its color and the flowers of it, born,
and lived beside the water’s edge to bloom there every morn’.
She smiled and looked around her as she saw with human eyes,
then danced along the dampened earth that kept her in disguise.

Again, the moon light whispered with it’s soft and gentle glow,
“Shahauna, come back to the pond for many years, to grow.”
She bent her body over. . .touched the flowers with a tear,
and lived beside the evening’s pond that kept her ‘ever near.

And if you’ll only listen to the moonlight's gentle call,
you’ll find her near the pond of blue, the most beautiful of all.

© Cheryl Taul
December 24, 1994