Dear Moon,
Shall we dance?
Under your reflected light,
I see glades of delight,
On th eedge of darkness and light we teeter,
Balanced between the terror of darkness and th eglow of the suns full light.
Together, things become what we make them,
Filling this time of waiting.
With no journey of my own,
I take up with you,
In your wandering across my sky of dreams

I see the nature of this thing we created,
[and didn't write any bloody more!]