Waltzing In Out of Lime Light

Maria Cristina B. Diaz

His extended arm invites her

Palm open, steady and hopeful

And his gaze bare draws her nearer,

To clasp; to make the crescent full.

As the moon beckons the sea’s tide

Slumber rests on the strong mountain

Out of Sun’s Days from which they hide

Into Sun’s Rest that’s certain-

Swaying with Melody and Grace

Emotions were etched undying

The hill tending her silver lace

In a dance that left me sighing.