: Into the moonlit grove

The girl-child wanders

Lonely but not alone

Beneath the ancient trees

As the world holds its breath—

Silently she goes

Bare feet light upon the earth

Tender after night has fallen

Airy with a ghost moon rising.

Haunting is the beauty of innocence

Dark eyes sparkling, jewels of dew

Porcelain skin shining, subtle in light

: Her yearning hands reach out

To the one who waits in shadows

She searches through the night for

her hero, her savior, her hope

She weaves around the trees

Dark hair flying free

As the dances of the spirits

Begin their circles of wonder

And she joins without hesitation

The golden glow drawn asunder

Like fireflies in tall grasses

Waving in some gentle wind

: He waits for her in the distance

Always drawn to her mystery

Yet so resistant of warmth

Or simply embraced too tightly

By his lover, cold perfection—

His markings vivid as a terrible conflict

Rages within his soul

whispering:

She won't be a child forever

— I know

But tonight she dances

And my soul dances with her

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