Moonlight Conversations | A Poem

The elements dance in turquoise pirouettes 

Procuring for themselves a future wrapped in Cirrus bed sheet wisps.

They glide like the coastal birds over the early morning glass of undisturbed tide.

Fire song dips her toes into the bowels of earth lore 

And the sky watches in anticipation at the slow disappearance of her warm touch 

He does not speak a word. 

He does not desire for it to be anything more than legend adrift on the tongues of Earth billows 

Vomiting ghastly bursts of water and flame towards the ever distant Milky Way 

Where she peeks sheepishly from behind the curtains decorated with only a billion stars 

No 

He would rather his words remain thoughts chasing themselves outward 

Until would be sentences forget themselves among the void of unbridled breath forming a listless breeze,

Uttered flare catastrophes from a mother no longer familiar with the eyes of her own children.

The Earth might sigh words of contentment 

As its memory foam of sandy loam prepares itself for a night of pleasant dreams

The seas pull their cool tidal sheets to their breasts 

And curl the undertow beneath their heels 

The sky does not ready itself for a quiet evening of slumber

Instead, he gingerly hangs up the hammock between starlight and puts a kettle on to boil 

Soon the Moon will tiptoe across the stepping stones suspended there in vacant sky and join him in the late night hours 

And he will breathe as himself as they commune with each other amongst peaceful stillness

until the sun begins the long climb back up to crest the horizon once again.