The moon was a heavy drop of milk
in a creamy dark sky
and I sparkled, breaking free
of my cube, gloriously,
in a riot of color.
Of course, it was dark
so the moon made everything
glow like silver -or dead skin.
But oh, how the dance unfolded
beneath my feet! And my heart was full
of night, as night should always be:
forgiving, warm, dark, and open.