Moonbeam

When I was younger I used to sneak out the back door
Or sometimes the out window
At night
And dance in my backyard
In the moonlight
Under the cover of darkness
And I would feel as light as a feather
As light as a moonbeam

And as I danced
My white nightgown
Would billow out behind me
Like gossamer wings
And it would feel
As if I could fly
As if my wings could take me
Up into the sky
Next to the moon

I would dance
Until my nose was numb
And the icy winds bit at my cheeks
I would dance
Until I could forget the dayAnd live in the moment
I would dance
Until the moonbeams had all
Faded away

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A/N: I'm not much of a poet, but I rather like this one. The meter's probably off, though.