The cold sweat of waking,
My trembling flesh alert.
My hair is on end,
I can hear it calling me.
Like a distant song on the wind,
It barely flickers in my eardrums.
It commands my attention,
All else fades to shadows.
Rising, I concentrate on the silver glow,
I follow it through darkness,
When I reach my destination
I begin the dance.
Slowly at first,
The Moon a small orb above me.
It sings to me a beautiful song,
Wordless and ever-changing.
The dance is like a cool spring,
It wells up within me,
And spreads through my limbs
As I worship the beauty before me.
The Moon,
Intrigued,
Comes closer.
With respect and enjoyment,
I can touch the sky,
And the Moon holds me.
Reaching what I desire most,
I feel the warmth of my success,
And most of all,
The sweet exhaustion of the journey.
