You were fickle moonlit,

hidden behind a shroud of leaves

as I wandered by…

you outlined

the graceful silver arc

of trees,

the path leading

far away.

I followed the murmur

whispered once

when midnight

was at its fullest crest…

I followed the ghostly hint

of candlelight,

the silence just deep enough

to be enticing…

the shallowness leaving

only desire

to the imagination.

I stayed on the path

of a tiny star,

until I lost my way…

and even then,

I stayed,

looking for the place

which might take

me back

to moonlight.

But all that remained

was dark…