Through her delicate fingers, the goddess spins moonlight

Twisting spools into dreams, 

Spilling at the seams

And slipping far into the night

It falls into the minds of those lovers, souls alight

Eyes that gleam

Hands entwined, for in each other they feel seen

Each name held on the others’ lips like Eden’s fruit, so ripe 

The pure glow caressing each other’s pale skin

Here, their love freely flows

Like the rushing, raging river’s stream

And when they touch, her heart spins

Two women, dancing under the pale night’s glow, 

Two lovers, sipping on the moon’s gentle dreams