Full Moon's Knock

'Tis a rare night in winter when the moon shines full And a warm wind gently whispers my name That I am drawn from my bed, hair wild, skin bare To join in a Moon Fairies' game. Their beauty is such that would shame Trojan queens But a sparkle of gold's all you'll see Unless invited like me to frolic about In a manner so pagan and free. We ride on the breeze, in a weightless ballet As trees stretch their branches to touch The beautiful, featherless, glittery birds Addictive, rare, valued so much. I wish that our party would last all my life But, sadly, with sunlight they flee And I find myself waking up in my bed Still flushed from the night's fantasy. The fairies will dance with whomever they find With heart open to turn back the clock And dance on the wind playing tag with the trees Just by answering the full moon's knock.