Ballroom of Stars [poem]

“May I have this dance?”

The moon asked,

dressed in her best silver gown.

Her night black hair

tumbling down her gown of starlight.

“We could have this moment,

and sway to and fro,

on our tippity toes.

The stars would laugh,

and the wind will sing for us,

and revel in all the romance.

It’s been so long

since we’ve had this dance.”

The sun, seeing her,

bowed deep and low.

“It would be my honor,”

he says,

with a smile that lit the heavens.

So he took her pale hand,

and twirled her around,

in that ballroom of stars.

They whirled and they flew,

across that ballroom of stars.

The moon, leaning close,

in hope of a kiss.

The sun, seeing her, smiled and thought,

“Perhaps I will grant her wish.”

And so, leaning close,

he touched his lips to hers.

So soft, and the stars laughed,

the moon shone with radiance by the sun.

And so they kept dancing,

in their eternal bliss.

Together once again,

they had been apart too long.

That dance never ended,

that sweet carousel of  luminescence.

Where the moon is there is night,

where the sun is there's day,


dancing the dance they started eons ago.


And that is why night follows day,

and that is why day follows night.

They were separated once,

by a hundred million suns and stars,

but now their dance is everlasting,

it will never end.

I hope you enjoyed this tale that I’ve told,


this tale of darkness and light,

for they continue to dance,

in their eternal bliss,

never apart again.