The night hums
with anticipation.
The moon glints
in the heavens.
The stars dance
in nervous apprehension.
For the spell has been cast.
The hook is set and now it is time
to catch some feelings.
Billy sits unaware
of the conspiring universe.
He sits unwaveringly staring
at the ground.
Too many faces around tonight.
Too many eyes that could leer at him.
Too much fear within him.
He can feel it itching,
just below the skin.
Melody walks in,
head in the clouds,
just searching
for a spark to restart
the fire within.
A burst of light
to break through the darkness
that has been creeping in.
Billy frets, he swerves and sweats,
fingers drumming on his notepad,
like the beat of some ancient
rhythm in his head,
but his eyes are only
attuned to the ground,
his mind is away trying
to catch a hold of a line,
one that will fit the jigsaw
words he has scattering the page.
Eyes down, Billy turns left.
Mind star bound, Melody turns right,
sees the moon in the sky,
dazzling silver light,
dazed as if in flight.
They collide
in a crash of paper and hearts.
He stammers an apology,
she blurts out, 'Honestly, it was me'
Then she bends
to pick up the open notepad.
Billy sees Melody
in the gleaming moonlight.
Instantaneous chemistry.
Electricity sparkles like
glitter sprayed into the light,
nut she holds tightly to his page
and fear starts to creep in to his gaze.
He takes the paper says sorry and thank you.
Then disappears into the darkness like vapour,
for he can’t let anyone see his thoughts,
not even her.
Especially not her.
Melody with a twinkle
in her eye starts to hum.
A line she read from his book
stirred within her,
and outside the moon
winked at the stars and they
gazed over at some other lost hearts,
knowing that for now
they had played their parts.
To Be Contined
