The morning moon rises like a ghost in time. A former shadow of its radiance.
We dance slowly as it fades into the sunlight. My head on your shoulders crying for its return.
You hold me tightly as we turn our bodies in slow rhythm, careful not to overstep our boundaries.
Nighttime will come again and we will hold each other even tighter, dance a little livelier, reveling in the joy that is us.
And the full moon’s radiance will shine on us once more.