A Light-Dancer...she sways
and twirls in the moonlight.
Twirling round and round
until she falls to the ground
breathless with her feverish
stepping, her toe-to-toe
twirling ballet. Her raven-colored
hair spread out on the grass.
While the Moon sends fingers
of gold to caress her silken tresses.
She lies silent...contemplating
the movement, the meaning
in her dance with the brazen Moon.
It is her heart that speaks
rhythms, that sings love songs.
He waits in the shadows, in the mist
of her dreams. Worshiping
the way she twirls, the way
she steps. And, he exhales stars
to radiate even more light
for the Light-Dancer's dancing.
She rises from the ground...refreshed
in her resting, in her dreaming.
He holds her in her dreams
and speaks to her feet.
Shadow and light twirling together,
hand in hand with the brazen Moon.