Le Cirque De La Lune

• Samantha Xavier, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

Nestled in a lea of plum blossoms and fluttering starlight,
bathed in the glow of a glittering blue swathe,
her Junoesque figure stood,
lips turned upward
lost and found in the magic of the fading dusk.
Eyes as green as seafoam,
she gazed and beckoned me with her smile.
I enveloped her in a hug of swindled light,
as the sky dimmed and splintered open.
We danced together in forbidden harmony to the music of the sky
shedding its unabated tears.
Yet by the time it ceased its sorrowful lament,
I had disappeared into the sweet light of dawn.
until tomorrow’s slumber,
my love.