Moonbeam Waltz

In twilight's hush, where silence sings,
The moon slips loose her silver rings,
And drapes the world in gossamer light—
A whispered dream of velvet night.

She calls the stars, her watchful kin,
To circle slow with grace within
A ballroom made of shifting skies,
Where cloudlight waltzes softly rise.

The trees bow low, the rivers gleam,
Each leaf alight with drifting dream.
On silver toes the shadows spin,
The dance begins, the dark grows thin.

With every step, the night renews—
A lullaby in pale-hued shoes.
And when the dawn begins to call,
The moonbeam waltz dissolves in thrall.

My heart is clumsy, heavy, and shy
It stumble through love, ensure of the sky.
I reach for the stars, but my fingers fall.
I dream of the moon, yet I loose it all.

Each beat is a whisper, a delicate sound,
But I drop every word before it's found,
It longs for the light, yet stumbles in dark, A dance without rhythm, a miss in the spark.

The weight of my heart, it drags on the floor,
A longing for love, but it's never quite sure it alteres, it quivers, with hope and with fear,
A heart full of love that can never quite steer.

And yet, through the weight, it still dares to beat,
With every misstep, it rises, repeat for even a clumsy heart, through it may fall
And still dreams of a love that can heal it all.