LASSO THE MOON

On that blind and breathless night
She
the plaintive soulful tune
Drifted soundlessly
through the bottomless abyss
like the shadow of a storm
Searching, as she had been
forever
among the crumbling runes

Inside a fateful, racing heartbeat
She felt
through the depth of her being
The warm and wonderful touch
of a kindred soul
who laid on her palm
The gift of an ancient string

And she floated about
happily
Through the flipping pages
of her charming fairy tale
Carrying
at the end of her precious string
a silver sliver
That grew with her every inhale

Each night she drew in
her straggly, broken breath
As deep and far as it would go
And her enchanted wondering eyes
watched with bated breath
The swelling luminous orb aglow

Soon her string grew heavy
with the fat and fulgent orb
Bursting at its rounded seams
To him she looked so beautiful
with a smile playing her lips
Her hair braided with moonbeams

With her eyes of misty love
she saw his shadow

Weaving on his harp, their hearts

Skies resonating with a gentle croon 
She knew then
on that dark and breathless night 
She had found the man 
who for her, would lasso the moon. 

MS