Dance With The Moon
A Poem
The nights grow longer, darker. The moon comes out to play. Clouds flock to its glorious shine, revelling in their ephemeral glow, silver-tipped edges, wisps, and threads.
We are curled on the couch, you and I. Together. Entwined. Candlelight flickers and flutters as the moon peers through our window. No match for the moon, the candle bows her head. We don’t notice the dimming, instead, bathe in each others’ glow. The heady scent of forever-together. The language of love on our lips.
The moon sends a silver shimmering blanket for us to wear as we keep the chill at bay, as we watch the wispy clouds dance with the moon.
~thanks for reading~
Lisa is based in Finland, writing poetry and prose in her spare time. She draws inspiration from nature, her travels, and her life experiences.