I don’t know if it was all the ‘Supermoon’ hype, or my sexy muse at work, but I know I felt something at 1:40 a.m. the other morning- and then dreamed the rest of it later.

The Moon Dance

The moon, tho’ not full
Cut the night left and right
Like a surgeon’s sharp tool
Blackest black and dreamy white

I stood in the dark
Stuck my arm in the glow
And felt your yearning hark
Your lips on my arm I did know

Taking half a chance
Standing part in, part out
I offered you a dance
“Yes!”, your reply nearly a shout

My steps split the night
I was afraid to commit
As you played in the moonlight
Not crossing the ethereal split

Then a sudden twirl
Found me full in
Phoebes ghostly dream swirl
You looked at me with a loving grin

We pitched and spun
Made love in her beams
We danced again before we were done
Nothing like it in any dreams

Then she fell low
And sadness took your face
You kissed me, said you had to go
Too fast you went, I couldn’t chase

Tonight, clouds rule the sky
My heart- heavy with rain
A single tear rolls from my eye
As I look to dance with you again