Moondance

Moonbeams dance
On a watery stage.
Ethereal slippers
Skip on the crest
Of every wave.

Golden dresses
Conform with each
Lapping tide.
Night slips quietly

Away.

“We must leave,
Dawn is rising,”
Whispered one
As light glowed
Through silver tresses.

Away they danced
In perfect unison,
To the land of
Everlasting night.