It dances in the moolight,
to a melody of magic song.
It weaves and twines with vines of sheen,
creating images in luminous form.
They dance and disappear,
bringing an occasional horror;
or an instance of passion,
a vivid memory and a flash of color.
A puzzle, confused, yet of complex design,
of which only star nymphs can decipher.
Drawn from the wells of rainbow and colored veils,
where Leprechauns find their gold.
It leads to the doorways of Wonderland,
and places where one can fly,
...then it fades,
...for another moonlit night,
...and the magic to ignite.
Copyright RCBowns 2005