She only sought to chase the moon
Stepping out, would be back soon.
She danced into the crystal light
Twirling, whirling, through the night,
Over hill and across the sea,
Wherever moon was there was she.
Silhouette of happiness
She wore a smile and silken dress,
And silver shoes of moonbeam dew
Laced with love a potent stew.
She never did go home again
She’d left the now, gone past the then.
But if the moon reveals full face
Then you will see her dancing place.
(Image and inspiration Michelle Marie)