Dance of the Night

I question my place when nothing feels right.
I walk in darkness, no moon for my light.
Clouds disappear and in awe, I delight.
I shake off my mood. I'm feeling contrite.

She dances for me in the moonlit night.
She moves with a grace appealingly light,
dancing the musical wind with delight,
the argent spirit of a woodland sprite.

I watch as she dances, nothing is trite,
as she pantomimes her magical flight.
She carries my spirits to a new height,
making my imagination ignite.

Nature has showed me this joyous delight
sharing the dances of her tree-like sprite.
Her warm-hearted message, now I recite,
"Open your hearts to the joys of the night."

Her arms stretched wide in an open invite
she beckoned me join her dance of delight.
Embracing the call seemed, somehow, so right.
I'm carried away by the dance of the night.


Note
This was inspired as I sat on a moonlit night, watching the wind dance with the trees...
I hope it conveys the beauty that I saw that evening. 


Your comments and criticisms are welcome.