A Half Lit Memory

Under the arcing arm of the Milky Way
Knee high swaying sage grass all around
A rippling pale ocean as far as the eye can see

Upon this stage when the moon and stars are just right
Love's long past memories materialize for one night

To twist and turn within one's arms and the breeze
A dance never forgotten
Steps that come naturally
Whatever the half formed spirit decrees

And it always ends the same
With a final almost felt touch of wispy fingers to cheek

Oh you, who is made of stardust