Wooden boards beneath my head,
Cool sweet darkness
Hangs like a canopy over the lake
Sky full of stars share their glory
But this dance belongs to the moon.
Hour by hour I wait for the show.
Curtains up!
Watch the tango of the night sky,
La Lune et Belle, her lover draws her closer,
Hiding her shimmering frame.
Movement ever so sultry,
Gently gliding over her now
‘Til all I can see is her tiara
Sparkling in a lovers dip.
Now she’s gone, and I must go too.
Until the next amazing dance … fair thee well.

Kathleen J Kidder
August 13, 2016

12th hour prompt