undress
under the moon
hang up your dancing shoes
there’ll
be no party
this night
gather
your
best dress
carefully
seal it away
the stars
& spirits
will keep
company
while you
drift
to sleep
your heart
needs a break
your mind
needs to dream
while your soul
takes control
this is
the time
for the tête-à-tête
between souls
consoling
carousing
celebrating
their strengths
with no
intrusions
from wakefulness
uninterrupted
plans
are set
and etched
into your dreams
turning
their night time play
into
your realities stage
unbeknownst
to most
the soul’s
tête-à-tête
occurs
when reality
is at it’s worst
curing
healing
peeling
back layers
of dirt & grime
cleansing the
remains
of stains
while you
drift in dreams
of dancing
in your hung up
shoes