Dancer

Running along the beach,
One foot bare.
The missing sandal,
Swept up with the tide
Tossing and turning by the light of the moon.

Mr. Moon,
You colour my night skies.
Don't forget me.
Though all we have is a trace of morning.

I want to be your private dancer.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

nice story telling ...vivid inspiring imaging ..especially that missing sandal in the waves .. a deeper story implied ... and i like that its Mr. Moon ;) not usually the case as she waxes and wanes in all her glory ;) ... closing line is subtle and alluring ... wonder who she is ... dancing in the night :)
E.

[Coffee Lady]

Thank you for your input!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of my second ex...she is a dancer and so wonderful with her grace and style.
beautiful poem.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem. To be the Moon, private dancer. A wonderful place to know and be. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. I did like this one.
Coyote

[Coffee Lady]

Thank you for your review! I appreciate getting feedback, especially from a great poet such as yourself.

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved this poem and you are welcome dear poet.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem. To be the Moon, private dancer. A wonderful place to know and be. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. I did like this one.
Coyote

[Charles E.McManus]

I love your word play and much like mine the belief that not all poetry must rhyme. I appreciate your input I’ll start working on the length of some of my prose

[Coffee Lady]

Thank you :)

[Bare trees]

Wow, this is an impressive poem. You've made a connection with the moon in such an interesting and unique way. I love the ending. I'm so glad I saw this.

[Coffee Lady]

Thank you. I'm glad to hear that :)