Moonsilver Lake

As the wind blew through the treecups in that deep blue night, the moon shimmered gently above the water. The clouds softly caressed the lake's surface with their moist hands, echoing a sound through the foggy land, almost like an harp... A dark veil approached from afar, a messenger of things to come. Silence covered the landscape, no life could be heard in the damp shores, only the tingling sound of the drops... And between the trees, a lonely face gazed the starlit sky, waiting for its future to uncover, counting the days until when the birds would sing again and the sun would rise once more. One, two, three hours went by, still the same stillness in the dark. Drawing on the ground, his only allowed pleasure... But still he went ahead and looked at the water. And in it, the reflection of his sorrow. He took a drink and found himself in a neverending slumber. Above him, the silver glow of a fiendish moon... Below him, the weight of his cold feet buried in the mud... As he closed his eyes, the night became day, and the darkness which was his vision went away... And the birds sang , the sun shone, the clouds parted... but only until he woke again...