Dress of lace, teasing the flame,
she hovers above, offering nameless whispers
and time ebbed
by; she dips and then offers
to the sky in a moment's relief...
I stare alone into my beach
and turn out a lingering light;
she bats her wings as though
against my letting go;
but I look her in the
eyes and know,
it is all there is left to do, only
can return to you...she looks
me back in mine,
and flies into the moon.