Clarity in Muddied Waters

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She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From Maytime and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

Moon Dancers

They only ever came out at night,

Pearlescent faces tilted towards the shadowed sky.

Running on the water, they danced in patternless patterns,

Cream gowns rippling around their ankles.

Their feet were bare, stepping across the sea as if it were ground,

Mouths set,

Eyes smiling.

They would prance without tiring; Maidens of the night,

Until the dawn whisked them away,

And they drifted with the sea foam.

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