A Light-Dancer,

she sways and twirls
in the moonlight.
Circles round and round
until she falls to the ground
breathless with her feverish
stepping, her toe-to-toe
whirling ballet. Her raven-colored
hair spreads out on the grass,
as 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. He worships
the way she swirls, the way
she steps. He exhales stars
to radiate even more light
for the Light-Dancer's dancing.
She rises from the ground refreshed  
in  her resting, caught in her visions.
He holds her in dreams, speaks to her feet.
Shadow and light twirling together,
hand in hand with the brazen Moon.

I gaze at your picture and I let myself sigh.
You shout at me with the flash of your smile.
Memories we shared dance in my head
and I find myself drowning in the ocean of my tears.

We were happy together and lived in each other's light.
I can still feel your head laying upon my shoulder
while you wept about a fear that you could not understand.
Did you know that your smile would soon disappear?

I am left missing you
with only our photographs
to remind me of the couple
that we once were.

When time forgot the hours
and the stars reached down
to touch the heart of Love,
she became the Light Keeper.
She held the Moon in her fingers
and felt the pulse of its beams.
Dangled the stars above the Earth
and told time to stand still
while she called to the One
Who knew her very soul.

The Light Keeper ran her hands
through the radiant sparkles
and turned her ear to the Heavens.
Listened to the sound of its voice,
the melody of its planets. She
tossed each star back into its place,
and let each ray of the Moon flutter
through an endless night to cross over
the sleeping form of a Love kept
in the clasp of her time-tuned dreams.

Do you remember the day
when I became your Sun?
Shining so brightly
that my radiance
made your eyes go blind,
your brain fevered
with the heat
of my sunstroke.

Your blood boiled
simmering
to a high brew,
bubbling up
to the heart
where love mixed
emotion with hot blood.

You panted after me
as a deer pants
after the pure waters
of a babbling
mountain brook; and I was
poured through your hands,
tasted and savored
like a fine wine.

I was the crescendo
you built
with new rhythms,
the Sun radiating
infinitesimal
beams of love
through your soul.

The air is crisp with autumn promise,
fills the senses with the smoky scent
of a fired-up wood burning stove.
A woodland fairy dances past us
carrying colorful leaves of yellow and orange.
She twirls and twirls until she is quite dizzy
scattering puffs of dirt and dust into the air.
We hear her voice singing a sweet invitation
to run and caper beside her tiny frame.
Her magical laughter tickles our ears
as we learn to accept the unexpected.
The trees prepare themselves for bed
as we hunker down for the night
warm beneath our hand-crafted feather quilt.
The air is crisp and scintillating outside.
We see dots of light as the woodland fairy
dances past our window one more time.

Dreams carried aloft, wings gliding
A wolf is baying at
the luminous face of a Full Moon.

A wolf-woman listens
to the haunting strains
of the wolf's wanting.  Her spirit
running on all fours howling
painful aloneness, utter desolation.
A wolf with yellow eyes
searching the dream-world for her mate.
Her wolf's soul hungry, eager
to be satisfied with a ***** love.

Roaming the wilds of abandon.
Alert. Picking up the slightest
sound.  Deep within, finding
comfort in the shelter
of her den.  Waiting
impatiently for that time
when she would lay next to
her soul-mate, the provider of all
her most secret passions and desires.

Dreams carried aloft, wings gliding.
A wolf-woman is baying at
the weeping face of a Full Moon.