Dancing with the Moon

Into the darkness

Of my room

The moonlight reached.

It wooed with quiet strength.

The pines reached up

Into the sky and I,

I could not look away.

She poured liquid light

Into the night,

Her full, round face aglow.

Ribbons of dusty radiance

wound like fingers

Through spiny branches.

The night held its breath,

Her touch beguiled.

My feet moved to her quiet song

All on their own and wild.

We danced awhile,

The moon and I.

She led.

I followed.

We bowed, at last

And I went back inside to sleep

Leaving the night

For her to keep.