Last night I danced with the trees
When they stole away from their stance
And prayed in the forest with the stars all about!

A branch caught my small clothing
And I ran laughing naked
Til pausing in a field lit by a great white ball

Twas the moon looking down
Holding me sway in her gaze
She grew ever larger as I stared in her face

I could see my own naked shadow in her smile
Seeming larger from the distance
With edges all ablaze

Then turning to dew drop
I poured into the sky
And dived in the cup of the moon’s fluid face

 

tpt 8/19/2015