My mind travelled back to Midsummer’s Eve, when I had walked on the beach at Black Rock in West Wales. It was the most wonderful night of my life. The moon was full, its myriad rays dancing across the tranquil ocean and rippling gently at the water’s edge.
Behind me, the dunes loomed out of the gathering darkness, like weird ethereal spectres in the night. The sand shimmered around me, a mirage of palpating, vibrant, golden energy. The star-spangled indigo heavens stretched majestically above me, a tapestry of cascading starlight interwoven with moonbeams.
The moment was both hypnotic and sublime. I was delirious with joy as I walked, barefoot, my mind unencumbered, my heart bathed in rapture. There was truly magic in the air that night.
“Burning sun, shimmering moon,
Creation in motion.
Sunbeams, warming the land,
Giving light to the earth.
And softer gleams – moonbeams –
Dancing the night away
Beneath a midnight sky.
Shyly retreating as night draws to a close
And the sun yawns on another day.
Regal sun, romantic moon,
In an everlasting love affair.
Destined not to be together –
Until the universe disappears
And they meld back together into the void,
Reunited at last, for an eternity.”