I write
in traces
of moonlight,
sharing my words
in poetic whispers
to an audience of stars
attending to a midnight blue sky
I write with traces of stardust in my eyes
When the moon is full
and the northern lights
dance and swirl
my heart shimmers
for I know that
the muse is within me
As she stirs me
with her voice of silk
my heart glows
and my mind can never settle
till she has spoken of her desires
My fear
Should I not make time to listen
we shall go our separate ways
and that she will lost to me
forever
