In the darkest hour of night
when sleep had its strongest grasp
under the silvery glow
of a radiant moon
if you listened you would hear
a soft fluttering
gentle steps
as she quietly slipped in
**
she neither needed nor wanted
more than the moon
she found what she sought
a chest barely rising and falling
up turned lips lit by the ripple of light
endeared to her dreamer
her hands painting on a warm canvas
***
In a startle, his eyes opened
until…
It was she
his dream
she was all he could think of when awake
she always came in his deepest sleep
their dance was magical
only witnessed by the moon
***
she slipped out quietly
contented sigh exhaled
his lips relished the memory
another perfect dream
“Jusqu’ à la prochaine fois” she whispered
as she tiptoed into the night
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penned in moon dust 