She rolls along the high wires Tightrope walkin' moon She graces life's big circus She is gone too soon
Huge! A glowing fairie So luminous! So bright! She's suspended on the ropes The performer of the night!
I watch her intently As she's held aloft Then she slips toward the hills... ... she is fallin' off!
But she bows down and curtseys! A smile on her face She's lost not her dancer's poise, She maintains her grace.
Finally she exits The horizon sets the stage She is only a faint glow The night has turned the page.
I'll remember her with fondness As she danced to Claire de Lune... In her sequined tutu
Tightrope walkin' moon.
I'm up in the wee hours... I saw the full moon suspended on a telephone wire, and couldn't help but think that she was rolling along a tightrope! She is an absolutely beautiful apparition! Thanks for reading my whimsical poem. I'm glad to be back writing here again. I will be readings again soon...