Lit by slanting sunlight from within
its' beauty almost more than I could bear
as it swooped and soared - a magic djinn
Luminescent as a rainbow - beauty rare
I transfixed with a sense of wonder
the breeze stretched its' translucent skin
Would the wind tear it asunder or
light destroy it from within?
It glowed as it flew nearer to my window
this elusive dancing lantern with no name
It hovered then bowed close and dipped way down low
A simple market bag! - No thing of fame
I watched with awe; it seemed to try to lure me
bidding me to join the dance of day
The humblest thing will have its' time of glory
and then is lost and simply floats away
Three-quarter moon gliding high
casting your cold pale light on the jagged mountains
thrusting above my house
(backlit as though waiting for the conductor to
begin the downbeat)
glinting eerily on the windows and making them shine
more than they have a right to.
I stand outside gazing up with restless wanderlust
longing to sit astride
urging you on faster and faster with my crop
knowing you do not mind.
I am the daughter of sailors and gypsies.