I dance the moon;
The sphere rises
Striving to be whole
As the stars cycle
Endlessly caressing;
The cold rays
Sparkling in the deep,
Emotions rising
Striving for their peak.

I dance the moon
As the time grows nearer
Rapture close but
Held behind by
Sweet anticipation.
The edge is looming
So close to falling
I spiral at the balance point
Tempting, never taking.

The full moon wanes
And rushes over all,
Elation bellowing from rage
Spent, fought, and conquered
For the Mother and the Sister
Smiling from above;
Relief as water
Washes over all;
My dance is done.