Seluna

 her hair flows down from her shoulders

as the softest moonlight cast in the darkest of nights

it captivates in both shadow and sight

hinting at what may be there

and disclosing what is not

her countenance is whispery lace

a net of snowfall descending in the streetlamp

it is shocking to the eyes when it is met

it is cold to the cheek when it is touched

and is wet to the lips when kissed

she is barely noticeable at times

hiding herself away when she ends

yet when she is ready to begin again

she bellows out into bloom

putting the brightest of diamond twinkles to shame

silvery sheen and midnight blue she wears

beyond the evening she slips into the abyss

blessing dreamers until they wake

and lovers while they quake

yet she will only take the hand of darkness

to be her partner 

in her dance across the starlit celestial ballroom