moon-bathing

~ dedicated to Heather Longoria ~
~ another hopeless romantic ~

she sees the sinking Cheshire smile
stops to sit and stare awhile
this stolen moment, so worth while
to watch the moon bathing.

such tired eyes that pierce the sky
once confident, now dull and shy
to the real, she waves goodbye
she needs this moonbathing.

desperate dreams drift through her mind
yet yield to a dream of another kind
a future to which her eyes are blind
but now she's moonbathing.

eyes now blind; but not her heart
she sees His growing work of art
a deeper vision to impart
for He loves moonbathing.

a strength to hold- he holds her still
a heart so bold- she feels the thrill
of waiting, patiently, until
he's finished moonbathing.

he'll wax and wane, the passing night
till eyes can see and sky is bright
with faith and loyalty; her right
to feel the moon-bathing.

romance, true love, and chivalry
she searches for so quietly
trust is more a guarantee
when she is moonbathing.

a heart that beats as one with hers
the wish she makes, so calm and sure
but as she wakes, the vision blurs
no longer moonbathing

her sleep-filled eyes, now open wide
shining forth the joy inside
the longing of a future bride
to see the moon bathing.

the secret depth of her desire
to quench his thirst and feel his fire
she knows that he has long admired
the future moon-bathing.

~ ~ ~

she snuggles in, turns out the light
but cannot sleep for her delight
in waiting till the time is right
to be the moon bathing.