And Just Like the Moon

Vaguely lit --- by the summer moon, starlight reigns from an ancient song. Her sweet madness, shrouded like a child's secret; --sang to her like she were a dying friend. Their smiles twinkled as a banana spider spun Venus into her web. Moon shadows planted their face in the tall grass as shimmering willows sent their fingers feeling. Memories from across the centuries came flooding back like a retreating tsunami. Her soft touch tingled on his skin, something even Picasso couldn't capture on canvas. His thoughts dove into the dark depths of her eyes, swimming in the dancing starlight. She tossed stones through the moon's reflection and a million moons slow danced the Fibbonocci. They caught shooting stars in their nets and sealed them in jars, and just like the moon... I hung there.