Moonlight Dancing

At least once in life

dance

on a deserted beach in lighthouse beams

with someone who sings

and holds you in their arms,

while the world stops on its axis.

Slip out of time,

into mystery,

to understand at last

the whispers of the stars

in their own language.

Live an eon

in that moment, spinning

spinning into eternity’s love song.

When sunrise erases the memory of how you spoke with stars,

bringing bare feet

back to the damp sand of misty dawn

and mosquito bites remind

that you are only human.

Your soul will remember that night,

beneath the gibbous moon,

when you danced in the arms of magic,

and fleeting joy