Lunalope

She Dances on the Moonlight
as though it were a trail.
Her treks into the twilight
Leave her skin soft and pale

Beneath the silky blackness
Dream's blossom's now take shape.
Into the dark horizon-

Her newfound resting place.

She'll tell you of her travels
How sky became a room
Where joy could be held captive
And taught to sigh and swoon

Where rivulets of nighttime
Would kiss her curves in waves
Where time moved not at all until
She’d come back to the day.

Until which, fated moment,
Dark had her in it's hold
The Milkyway- her lover
Their boundaries- Untold

Her blush and midnight's satin
Held such perfect contrast
That now she lives for dreams alone

Sunlight is of the past.