Masterpiece.
I am in a whimsical mood today.
Masterpiece.
She dances on the silver moon
Which dingle dangles like a disco ball
In the deep black sky
Taking her companion from among the stars
She moves like a dolphin
Over ocean waves
The raging seas give her rythme
Melodies emanate from
Venus and mars
And heavenly bodies
Hold her in their gaze
The angels play harps
While the cherubs string cheerily
On their guitars
And the night sky laughs
With such joy
For the frivolity!
Such elegance has rarely been seen
As she pirouettes throughout time
And space
Higher, higher!
Lighter, lighter!
Faster, faster!
She is weightless now
Nothing can hold her back
She is her own masterpiece
She paints her reality
With starlight
By the glow of the silvery
Moon
The night, for her
Ends all too soon
Dawn rises
The stars fade
So she says goodbye
With a gentle wave
And a rose soft kiss
Before disappearing
Without a trace.
C.K.23.
John Botterill
Sun 4th Jun 2023 23:30
This poem is aptly named, Clare. I love the light, evanescent feeling in this poem, as befits the theme.