An Ethereal Date

“Where shall we dine tonight my dear?” Perhaps the same place we went all prior years?”

The look she gives her lover stokes him well beyond his complacency, as this year, he will win her heart back quite gracefully.

As the moon looks down and gives him a wink, saying this year you two are in for quite the treat.

First, he must lasso the moon for his bride, then carry her over the threshold inside.

Upon the top of that glorious orb, a simple, yet elegant table stands adorned.

Led to their seats by the most brilliant of stars, only to be waited upon by both Venus and Mars.

The menu is brief, yet would cause the finest of chefs to salivate.
For now the universe is ready to create the most scrumptious delights a palate could ever await.

The finest of wines from galaxies beyond, is delicately poured as the aforementioned planets respond.

The landscape is breathtaking, as earth becomes a mere dot, and everything once thought, becomes what is not.

A tea party with a hatter in a Wonderland of odd, has nothing on this celestial romance abroad.

This moontop dinner does not signal the end of this spectacular night, as they agree to explore each fascinating sight.

Commencing now with a meteor dance, which leads to a head-spinning shot at a mighty blackhole glance.

Skipping stones along the Milky Way’s swirls, there’s quite a good chance this boy could get lost with this girl.

Traveling hand-in-hand by the speed of light throughout space, only to to pulled back by that jolly old conspirator’s magnetic embrace.

The moon whispers that their time must now end, for the sun threatens to shine and bring morning in.

Yet he leaves them with the most sage of advice, warning them to never lose sight of that spirit of life.

The same spirit that started their original spark, and whenever they feel it slipping away, they must find their way back to the dark.

“Where shall we dine tonight my dear?” Perhaps the same place we went all prior years?”

The look she gives her lover stokes him well beyond his complacency, as this year, he will win her heart back quite gracefully.

As the moon looks down and gives him a wink, saying this year you two are in for quite the treat.

First, he must lasso the moon for his bride, then carry her over the threshold inside.

Upon the top of that glorious orb, a simple, yet elegant table stands adorned.

Led to their seats by the most brilliant of stars, only to be waited upon by both Venus and Mars.

The menu is brief, yet would cause the finest of chefs to salivate.
For now the universe is ready to create the most scrumptious delights a palate could ever await.

The finest of wines from galaxies beyond, is delicately poured as the aforementioned planets respond.

The landscape is breathtaking, as earth becomes a mere dot, and everything once thought, becomes what is not.

A tea party with a hatter in a Wonderland of odd, has nothing on this celestial romance abroad.

This moontop dinner does not signal the end of this spectacular night, as they agree to explore each fascinating sight.

Commencing now with a meteor dance, which leads to a head-spinning shot at a mighty blackhole glance.

Skipping stones along the Milky Way’s swirls, there’s quite a good chance this boy could get lost with this girl.

Traveling hand-in-hand by the speed of light throughout space, only to to pulled back by that jolly old conspirator’s magnetic embrace.

The moon whispers that their time must now end, for the sun threatens to shine and bring morning in.

Yet he leaves them with the most sage of advice, warning them to never lose sight of that spirit of life.

The same spirit that started their original spark, and whenever they feel it slipping away, they must find their way back to the dark.

Shadow Dance

Shadows sweep the boulevards; winding their way around lampposts, climbing along trellises, slinking up shop walls.

A single shadow, attached to human feet must get lonely. Feeling cold, hard stones, metal and concrete along its edges only.

Darkness is simply the only time shadows can get together and play. Oh, the dances they dance, such an array.

We truly miss out on the nighttime display, of laughter and gaiety in the streets once past day.

A shadow does not merely disappear when the sun refuses to shine for a time. Does something not exist just because we cannot see it? Does it fail to exist all due to lack of [sun]shine?

But this, dear reader, is the timing of true mystique. These are the things we shall miss if we stop too long to blink.

Soulmates found in this darkness at daylight’s end. Meeting up in full moonlight, as the shadow dances descend.

The timbre of stars is like nothing a human ear could ever recount, for it only alights when shadows abound.

How else to explain the ignition of touch, that occurs when two “strangers” meet after the dusk?

Oh, dappy mortal, who thinks this mere fate. Did you not realize your shadow had already found your mate?

When humanity steps back, permitting the ethereal its part. Well, this is when true romance is aware in the heart.

So upon next moon’s cycle, when dusk begins its measured fade. Take a tiptoe out into moonlight’s cascade.

Beware ne’re to disturb, this ethereal dance, but instead simply view the gossamer beauty as pure happenstance.

For where mortal and spectral gaze upon one another, the spell hence is broken, the magic disentangled. Thus rendering the chance at true love eternally strangled.

But for those mere observers who catch a fleeting glimpse of the phantasmic, surely will know love’s quintessential magic.

Luna Delight

The giant bulbous globe
Glows down through whispy clouds
At its prey.

“Tonight”, says it to the stars,
“Is my only chance
For another thirty days.

I am marred by a mere sliver
Most of the month.
And I must work quickly,
While still waxing my Gibbous state.

Each of you is gifted

By sight all around. For me, it’s a cycle of waits.

My full strength abounds
For only one night.
Oh Chance, you’ thus gift me now and then.

With beams so perfect,
Brilliant and bright.
That I burst at my seams once again.

To the ones down below, apologies sent, But tonight this shift must take place. For if my duties are forgone, if only this once.
Most certainly, ‘twould end human race.

Forgive me dear ones
Who dwell on land far below. As I merely am turning my trade. And instead of railing at each of my cycles, Perhaps instead, just this once— Enjoy the light show on display.”