Claire De Lune Poem by Raynette Eitel

Skate beneath a silver moon
across an icy sky.
Hum measures of Debussy
and twirl to arpeggios sliding
down from enchanted stars.

The moon is your pearl
gleaming just out of reach
as you spin among sterling shadows
and leap lightly over magic mountains
of night music.

The moon is your amulet
set among ancient stars.
You wear its gossamer gown of beams
And toast its presence with gilded champagne.
It clings to you at midnight,
shrinking shadows in your soul.

The moon is a fairy tale gift
glowing happy endings,
flowing like a golden river
as night songs hang in treetops
and stars float down to bloom in every branch.

Skate beneath a silver sliver of light
reveling in Debussy’s tribute
to a waning moon.
The music plays through the night
as you caper in staccato
toward the copper cast of dawn.