Standing Ovation

by Sakhi
Moonlight’s appearance bounces off the silver beaches
My head reclines and my eyes close, as though the sun’s glow is spreading over my face
The sound of hurrying water pulls itself up, ventures forward, not having any desire to stay out of sight
Furthermore, I listen eagerly for the first run through
Beads fall, streams move
The sound of a million hands applauding, an Ovation
Not for one, but rather for both, rhythmic movement
Taking snappy bows, hurrying off to make another minute