'Tis cold this night
filled with moonlight. In
your glance invitation’s
glow moves lips to
soundless speak the
words that mute to
mist on glass
drops
of silence
echo quiescent needs

You lure me to contemplate
what arms may not embrace
yet spirit does. If
dance be your wish
wear not the desolate
mantle of aloneness when
stars would sparkle
for you only … I know.
I came to gaze
while radiant you
arose behind the trees
shadows of leaves
laced your mysticness

Thank you

for the path you beam within
these rooms. You know me
like no other. It
takes but a moment
the space
of a breath inhaled
to touch magic surrender

These walls fade
into infinite blueblack skies
these ceramic tiles
melt to golden sand
waves of rustling leaves
echo the murmurs 
of ocean
breeze

Night musics your whisper

moondancer*m.a

09/26/2004