in part murky, in part gloomy, close to dark.
Something from outside was materializing,
something vague, something indefinable.
And this is how it was;
how it was that night when the clouds cleared.
An immaculate moon teased a cool radiance
over the hills and across the sky.
No smiling, deceitful moonbeams,
no grinning shafts of light,
just a pool of charmed, blue-tinged light
that arrived second-hand from an unseen sun.
Instantly you could tell this was a night out of the ordinary.
The light eased across furniture, patted ornaments,
felt its way into corners where angles convene.
A stirring light, a light perhaps created by industrious fairies
for it looked enchanting –
a silk-thread width away from being magical.
It was a night out of the ordinary – just as I said.