I watch the woman
Who dances in the moonlight.
There with whirling leaves,
Dancing with her,
Between the raindrops,
Which beat the rhythm.
She whirls in gentle ballet,
A quiet smile upon her face,
As if hearing a tune, that
Only echoes in her soul.
So lovely is this woman dancing,
Twirling with the leaves,
Swirling in the breeze,
With the secret smile.
Her eyes see things not revealed,
To mortal man or woman,
Another world of happiness,
That exists not where we live.
What does she see, as her feet
Trace patterns, between leaves, and
Raindrops, stepping lightly in time
To a mystic tune only she can hear?
I watch the woman,
Who dances in the moonlight.
Donovan Baldwin