Titania by John Simmons

Night Romance By Barbara Jo Mattson

The man in the moon romanced me,
under the star-speckled sky,
showing the night's hidden poetry
to my blinded, mortal eyes.
We danced with the shadows of trees,
and toasted the night with dew.
He fashioned a song out of breeze;
then over the stars we flew.
We laid, when we became tired,
on a mattress stuffed with clouds.
Shooting stars lit the sky on fire;
I watched until sleep grew loud.

We shared the comfort of his bed
until the eastern sky turned red.