Dancing Under the Moonlight

I saw her every night, dancing under the moonlight.
Through the dark woods, I saw her, barefoot and pale.
The grass bowing down beneath her toes, the moon was like an aura,
shining on her golden hair. I looked through the trees, I was struck by awe.
As she danced it seemed the world had frozen in place around her, the leaves and branches seemed like a dazzled crowd- standing in silence, hypnotized by the performance.
I wanted so to near her, join her in this naked ritual.
Through the dark woods, I neared her, crushing withered leaves under my foot.
Finally her eyes opened, eyes of a blue morning sky. Innocent and trusting and pure.
As I neared my eyes conquered hers, now she begins a new dance, embracing her faith.
And thus, the both of us, together in a frozen world.
The night was a cold one, and yet her skin didn't shimmer, a skin so white and pure.
Looking into the clearing, from outside of the forest, one could see a blink of moonlight,
reflecting through the trees, as we finished our dance.

I saw her every night, dancing under the moonlight.
Into the clearing I looked, watching this naked goddess.
As the grass bowed down beneath her toes, and the leaves froze in their place,
I neared to join the dance. Her innocent eyes opened by the sound of crushing leaves,
and a new dance had begun.
The moon, above us, shone a darker shade.
Looking into the clearing, from outside of the forest, one could see a blink of moonlight,
reflecting through the trees.

I saw her that night, dancing under the moonlight.
Through the dark woods, I found her, barefoot and pale.
The grass that bowed beneath her tiny toes, her golden hair.
Her world froze over, the leaves and branches, like a shocked crowd- mesmerized by the performance.
I wanted so to near her, join her in this naked ritual.
Through the dark woods I appeared, nearing her, crushing withered leaves under my foot.
Her eyes opened, eyes of a terrified girl. Innocent and fragile and pure.
As I neared my eyes conquered hers, now she begins a new dance, embracing her faith.
The moon, above us, shone a darker shade.
The night was a cold one, and yet she didn't shimmer. Her skin once white and pure
now stained with mud.
Looking into the clearing, one could see a blink of sharp moonlight reflecting through the trees, as I ended our dance.
Now the grass won't bow no more.
And the leaves and branches won't seem to freeze.
But still the thought of her, dancing under the moonlight
haunts me every night.