Moonmaiden,
haunter of my dreams,
walking, daintily defying
the law of gravity.
Shafts of moonlight sticking 
out of her slick hair;
moonbeams shooting through
fingernails, toenails, skin-pores.

Eyes, two of the brightest
stars in the firmament
smile dazzling enough 
for midnight football.
She is enveloped in a dazzling
aureole of softened moonlight
so intense, so concentrated
beauty no language 
can aspire to describe.

Moonmaiden,
when will you step
out of my dreams and
into my arms?

Moonmaiden,
when dreams of you take me-
I don?t wanna wake up;
for you I will dream forever,
infinitely.