Moon Dance...

Her dress black , contrast to her pale, moonlit face
Her eyes shimmering as the stars on the dark, evening sky
Her movements so soft, floating through the cold air
Her words , a song noone's ever heard before
Her hair blowing like flames im the cool wind
Her innocence is taken away as the soft rain kisses her body
Her purity is lost as the wind touches her everywhere
Her inhibitons are all lost in the movements of her dance
Her feelings of being alone makes the moon and the stars glance
down at the whitest angel,
who has given herself away to the passionate and intimate
Moon Dance

1996 © Ingvild Gregersen

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