Moonlit Dance

I danced and the stars moved with me
The ground lept beneath my bare feet
I was exalted by the silvery moonlight, and the air was crisp, cool, and sweet.

I danced for Orion, watching me from on high, I danced with with wind in my hair like a kite
I had the world to myself for a lifetime, it seemed;
With my arms thrown wide open I danced over field, lane, and stream.
Then I woke in the morning from a beautiful dream
of moonlight
and of joy
when the stars
danced with me.




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ABOUT THE POET ~
A lover of life and a dreamer extraordinaire. I paint with words and I'm a metaphor junkie. Also a curator of odd, useless facts.


Last updated January 19, 2016