Memory

The full moon shines.
our
stolen moments.
She dances.
Her body sways.
An unheard music plays.
Her shadow
asks me to dance.
I decline.
It shrugs.
She twists,
weaves
through hollow trees.
Leaves
whisper.
Beams caress.
Beautiful.
She laughs.
I smile.
I join her.
Our bodies compelled
by unknown.
Our steps create a tone.
A dark melody.
Our shadows
engage
in an intricate dance.
Ancient.
The Wind
murmurs
the words.
Faster.
Faster.
Until
the music
stops.
Silence.
It is
gone.
The memory.
To return.
The next time
She
laughs.