I write

in traces

of moonlight,

sharing my words

in poetic whispers

to an audience of stars

attending to a midnight blue sky

I write with traces of stardust in my eyes

When the moon is full

and the northern lights

dance and swirl

my heart shimmers

for I know that

the muse is within me

As she stirs me

with her voice of silk

my heart glows

and my mind can never settle

till she has spoken of her desires

My fear

Should I not make time to listen

we shall go our separate ways

and that she will lost to me

forever