Midnight Dance
A poem for the inverse challenge
In my dreams our figures dance
A song of love like fate not chance
You whisper to me words thought untold
Wearing a dress of silver and gold
Your voice echoes throughout the night
Complimented by the shine of stars so bright
A mystery hidden in the groaning breeze
As we dance the waltz among tall trees
Reflection of the moon on a still lake
Like a mirror that’s tempting someone to break
Not even a ripple across the moon lit sky
The clearest of nights like the clouds are shy
What a divine moment like stuck in a trance
We move and glide in sweet romance
When dawn awakens and stars descend
The cosmic dance will come to its end
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Kyle Preedy
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