The moon is a friend
For the lonesome to talk to
Where all is done, yet not quite the end
Wondering if they're truly not for you
For years she's been dancing
With these ballads of riddles
Not once speculating
If the man she danced with would meet her in the middle
The rhythm in their love affair
Was uncertain, fluid, fierce, and in their eyes laid bare
Where the bystanders, in awe, could only stare