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.