she is gorgeous when the moonlight hits her,
en ethereal being that i am too afraid to reach towards.

I have never been brave enough to fall in love.

we both stand in this field,
and though it is dark out,
i see her well.

She will always be hard to miss.

we are both something transient in this moment,
as if we stand in the center
of a faery ring,
the small creatures
dancing merrily around us.

for a moment,
we are trapped in this meadow,
eyes locked upon each other.

.
.
.

and then life continues.

we are still both human,
and though i see her hair
rebelling in the humid air,
and i can see how harsh the moon hits the shadows beneath her eyes,

I think,

perhaps,

I will find my courage.