Velvet Wind

 

Streaming across shimmering ocean waters,   

Bright moonlight suffused those spectral daughter's     

Waxing on the high tide of quicksilver time 

In waves like sheer gowns of gossamer lines.          

A velvet wind wended from off the sea

Through the misty chamber of a hollow,        

Those daughters striding in lunar pageantry      

Of a windsong of spirits that follow.

And those shafts of moonlight that cut through

The trees were to me the very doorways

To an invisible theatre that blew

Throughout the forest into which I gazed

As I watched those daughters dance nakedly,

Dressed only in the velvet wind

In which I longed  to dance with them, achingly

As they blew away and their figures thinned