Within the patterns of the night

I pull the shawl of soft moonlight

about my shoulders and take my place

to dance the barefoot steps of grace.

My feet are sure enough to hold

me through the years of growing old,

my hands are able to reach out

whenever I am filled with doubt.

My ears can hear the gentle tune

that draws me in to dance the moon,

my mouth can shape the ancient song

that calls my soul to sing along.

From light to shadow and back again,

I dance the steps I learned back when

I was a child, and watched the moon

pour its light into my room,

calling me out to dance the night

of patterned shadows and welcoming light.