Late at night, in the dreamlike darkness, the stifling silence of slumber was but a canvas for the delicate glow of the moon. That lunar luminescence was slashing through the solemn respite of the night.
From the bird to the worm, the predator to the prey, all of life was still, a picture of perfect peace. As of life so was the water, undisturbed despite its fullness.
Unmoving were two silhouettes, fixed on each other as if not breathing, deeply entranced. It was as if the forest itself was stopped in contemplation. Droplets defying gravity were married to their lilies as if a single splash would rupture this moment. No wind would push the vines, falling from the trees. No wolf would howl.
Fixed, as if time itself was meaningless, silent as if sound itself was meaningless, no force could move them. Stopped in contemplation of each other, none but them could interrupt this moment.
Then, awakening from torpor, her dark piercing eyes still transfixed, she moved her hand, caressing skin like an alabaster sky sprinkled with countless stars. As she felt the touch, she bashfully averted her eyes which shined like the sea, her sky burning like the ocean. As she trembled, it was as if wind was floating her hair, like dancing flames of a candle.
Suddenly, she pounced, a trail of flames reflecting the moonlight as she embraced her partner, like a whirlwind, mixing straight lines of fire amidst swirling darkness.
Laughter turned into kissing as the peacefulness of the night was broken by the slashing sounds of excitement. Bodies intertwined as waves came rushing to the shore, as owls fled through the moonlit sky.
At last, in place of chirping was only whisperings of sweet nothings, reminiscing and dreams.