A Lone Time Traveler

She sails by herself, all by herself
Serene, calm, unperturbed – a lone time traveler.
A big white dot in an ocean of sweeping darkness,
All around her, the fingers of darkness
Busily try to persuade her to melt amongst them.
But she is a resilient one – not easily overcome
Though the stacks might appear to be placed against her
The odds heavy, the chances slim,
That she’ll survive the night.

Hers is a silent struggle,
A struggle that has lasted throughout the ages.
Centuries passed by; men admired her brilliance,
Her purity, her serenity, and her perseverance.
Some wrote eulogies praising her beauty,
A few got drowned in her mystical magnificence,
And some others even lost their sanity
Mesmerized probably by her stark whiteness.

But once in a while, on cloudy nights,
As you see her courting her dark amours,
Trying to elude their frantic embraces,
Sometimes hidden, but visible in a moment,
You feel drawn towards her, wanting to go closer
And stand staring up at her in awe
Seemingly pulled by an unseen unearthly force
Till you feel yourself surrounded by her brilliance
And ask yourself just what makes her
Seem so fragile and yet remain so indomitable and elusive
Drawing forth the multitude of humanity
To marvel and admire and ultimately to surrender
To the spell cast by this mystic magician!