The Tip of the Moon

By Sapphirefly

A mystery, like the moon

Upon her entrance

She wears a mask

That doesn’t hide her eyes

Or her lips

Or her smile

Yet hides her face

Her gown shines

Silver

Like the sea of night

The gloss of summer

Her hair falls

As water falls

As night falls

Every colour

No colour at all

No matter the guests

Or when the music starts

Or how long they stay

Her mystery stays

And folds of her dress

Fall new

Every spring