My Moonlight Messengers

Messengers disguised as moonlight,
Dance along the midnight air,
Carrying notes of love and compassion,
Entangled in my golden hair.

They're all rugged up to keep out the snow,
Smiling melodically at the flowers,
With their vibrant hats and scarves,
Swirling around for hours and hours.

Every night a different dance,
A different set of steps,
Their waltz a pattern of soft spoken skips,
At which they are so adept.

Music flowing through the stars,
Lighting up their darkened faces,
Floating up the garden stairs,
Enclosing upon my secret places.

Blown to the depths of the back yard,
Drifting past the weeping willow,
Creeping silently over the cat,
Rest sleepily upon my pillow.

Intertwining between my fingers,
Napping upon my eyelashes,
Dawn is here, and I say goodbye,
They disappear as first light flashes.

Tears fall so needlessly,
They will be back, I know,
Soaring through my gardens,
Sobbing when it's time to go.

by BreeBree
posted on 10/21/2009