To the moon: in a dream

Dare
to dance
with the darling
of the night:
his prince-like charm--
the disarming lies
from eyes that search you
and find you, and keep you--
you say good night,
still dancing in your mind.

Whisked

away in a

silver-lit trance:

gentle hand

on the waist,

a warm glow

on your face--

an embrace

against the dawn,

an almost-kiss

before he's gone--

your tears were starlight,

now dewdrops in the morn.