“Turn it down,” I shouted as I banged upon the sky.
“Can’t you see, I can not sleep, but really need to try?”

The moon’s enchanting laughter rained on downy forest bed.
I felt the weight of morning’s chores, an ice floe in my head.

She said, “tonight’s my special night, you can’t deny me this.
It’s many years before His plan returns me to such bliss.”

I peeked through curtained window pane, and out into the yard,
I figured just a little glance, it wouldn’t be that hard.

And then she called, “it’s early yet, I want to dance with you.”
The summer meadow whispered back in ivory, silver dew.

I looked upon the fairy field and could not stay my course.
I had to breathe the evening light and court its graceful source.

The night went long, we drank the scent of blossoms and of earth.
The gentle breeze made music sweet and we sang with joy and mirth.

The final dance with that sweet court, light feet upon the moss.
I felt the call of garish day, this magic, soon, my loss.

For with the waking to the sun, to ordinary day,
I barely, still, could hear her song, “tonight, come out and play.”

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Tonight she calls to dance again, but now I must say “no”.
The late night kept my day off keel and the hours ticked by slow.
So now, tonight, I climb to bed and wish that wraith adieu.
The moment passed, the glitter lost, the ghost of one I knew.