national poetry month – penned in moon dust

The young adventurer gazed from terra at this beautiful silvery orb and wondered “what does she look like up close?”

For years he travelled far and wide grasping glimpses of her from many cultures. This he knew she was beautiful, lithe, elusive, she changed many times in one month, and at times disappeared from his sight altogether. He wondered what she would look like up close.

He would lay under her on warm nights and as he slept he would dream of a woman in a gossamer gown. She danced for him always out of his reach; she had a beautiful voice neither high nor low in pitch. In the deepest part of his sleep, he could hear her speak. Unusual was her speech but always he was embraced by her smooth whisper.

Come with me and dance this night

there is a lady just out of sight

a woman alone tho far away

grasp for her arm

perhaps she will stay

come with me and dance this night

through the galaxy let us take flight

open your arms

I will spread my wings

speak to me of love and other things

come with me and dance this night

too soon for lovers the sun makes his light

He groaned as he awoke from a very sound sleep. His skin tingled as tho he had been touched by her fingertips. “Please come to me tonight dear lady for I am willing to take flight,” he called up to the faint outline in the sky.

He followed her around the world and back for he wanted to know every aspect of her. She seemed to taunt him but he never gave up trying to dance with her at night. There were a few nights when he almost took flight.

His breaths were jagged now and he knew it would be soon.

He heard a voice strong and lusty. It was his gossamer clad lady come for. “I am ready to take flight at last” he murmered from crusty lips.

Come with me and dance this night

hold me darling I’ll hold you tight

for all the years I’ve waited for you

waiting for us at last is through

take flight…