come lookup * 7/7/14

Come, lookup. Lookup at the moon,

so cool, full and commanding.

Truly, a ballroom dancer,      

crisp delight high on center stage,

buffing the sky with shoeless strides,

tango with adoring tuxedoed-clouds.

Now she, is slow waltzing

like a sovereign Victorian queen

with defining gestures,      

purple warm behind the bright.

Giving grace to every cloud-touch      

and then to turn,

in an old Hollywood musical style.

We become the audience mood,

just by looking up!

"Don't you wish you were dancing with her?"

To be reminisced in the night's liquid ear,

settled in like conversant embers,

staring up with intimate eyes.

She swims like porpoise-to-bow

with her every sweep-dance step,

throwing off phrenetic fast-paced clouds

that are flung around one-time

and then gone. "What a gal,"

wearing her man-clouds like boas,

giving their dream, a sight to remember

as if by chance, meeting up with a star . . .