Moon Dancer

A poem about the gravity of attraction.

Silently she spins
alone in her orbit.

The night sky's mistress
bids waters to swell
at her passing.

Her irresistable gaze
turns the tide of my mind
to thoughts of what might be.

The beginning of the cosmic dance;
a planetary ballet hurling its dancers
through the endless unknown.

Who would think
such gravity could be
in her stony blue eyes
as she dances across the room.