The story is still untold!!

Post midnight, as she was wide awake,

Thoughts unfolded, creating another space.

Where she  was lying beneath the stars. 

Wind directed, night watchers added sound to the stage.

As she enjoyed the play of clouds,

wondering if they were leading or it is the Moon.

Darkness was transitory, so was the moonlight.

And stars seemed to have stage freight.

These thoughts could not hold her for long.


And as she is trying to recreate the play,

faded memories shape the NEW one.

Nothing remained same, by the dawn.

The story is still untold, as memories are gone.