The Lonely, Nomad Guest
There are times when we want to escape the busy world and run to the glories of the trees and rivers, where only the stars and the moon can be seen behind great mountains and thickets of trees. The serenity of one’s own company. Self company. Just you and your oar, ripping through the water and then stopping to rest underneath a starry night. Sitting in between the sky and the water, at their summit, where they both come to greet and the Moon brings its light as a housewarming gift to the Sea, and the Sea displays it proudly upon its table. And you wait in the shadows of the mountain and come out into the open to bask in the light. You are the lonely, nomad guest who has come from afar, and you’re only here to stay until daylight breaks.
Come, Mr. Moon
and welcome the running river below,
and its lonely, nomad guest. – Nurun Nahar