2/4/12

Moonlight
By Kieran Woodhall


There is something almost magical, enchanting, about a night where the moon is at its fullest. Especially when that enchanting moon is caught beneath the surface of the frozen mirror of a still lake. Cherry blossoms danced in the slight night breeze, spinning in slow graceful pink circles. I leant against the tree, the branches above me made soft music that floated down on the nightly breeze.

It’s night like these where the moon is at its peak of the night and I’m alone with my thoughts, that I can almost feel her beside me. Four years had passed and still I could feel a ghost of her presence beside me. A gentle breeze brushing my cheek like her lost kiss. The rustling of leaves, the remnants of the swish of her dress. The night time music was just a whisper of her musical voice.

It’s night like these, where the moon is at its peak. That I miss her most. Four years of pain, four years of despair, four long lonely years. Sometimes I’m sure she’ll be there… waiting for me, lying by the lake like she was all those years ago.

People say love is a fickle thing; I say that is a lie. The word love is thrown around far too much but love, real, true, deeply honest love lasts longer than a life time.


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My name is Kieran Woodhall, I live in Northampton in England and have enjoyed reading and writing for as long as I can remember. I am yet to have anything published to my name but I'm hoping that will change soon, fantasy is usually my favourite genre to write but I was recently convinced to write a few romance stories.