My Moon Dancer
I sit back and watch her
in my dreams.
She dances in the moonlight
underneath the stars.
She glides across the water
without causing a ripple.
She knows I am watching
I see her grin.
She twirls around the lake
as if dancing with natures call.
The whippoorwhill calling to his love,
the coyote howling at the moon,
and the wise old owl speaking his knowledge.
My Moon Dancer Dancing for Me
She is beautiful,
Her skin is pale
pure as fresh falling snow.
Her hair jet black
shining from the moon's rays.
Like the sun's ray
bouncing off the morning dew.
My moon dancer dancing for me.
I am sitting
leaning against a fallen dogwood
full of bloom.
I do imagine myself dancing with her
Cheek to cheek
How soft her skin is,
But only in my dreams.
I do come here every night
hoping she is here.
Every night she is here.
My moon dancer dancing for me.
I often wonder if I am the only one
she dances for.
In my heart I am,
I am her only audience.
With out words I call to her,
She answers not with words
but with a bow.
Then with a blink she is gone.
Into the night
like a reversed falling star.
My heart is not broken,
but full of joy and happiness.
For I know she will return,
In my dreams she will dance.
My moon dancer,
Dancing for Me.
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