Behind The Moon

Behind the moon there is a girl,
And in my mind she is dancing.
The dust refracting in a twirl-
-Ing fade, her silver dress glinting
So soft in the dark sky that she
Is invisible, save but to
Me who perceives nothing else. Me,
Blinded to all but visions through
A dull telescope through which I
Have to feast on her auburn hair,
Or drip through her coral lips, sigh-
-Ing as I'm awestruck in her glare.
I yearn to see the sunlight fade,
Without whose flame she is displayed.