Shadows, finer than webs, fall,
entangle, dazzle me.
They pull me in an embrace
and we glide with perfect grace . . .
beneath a blue moon.

Shadows dare not take your place
though I'm dancing . . . still romancing.
Oh, how they whisper--softly--
offer me infinity
beneath a half-moon.

Shadows, imaginative,
dangle the threads of mem'ries
to comfort . . . if I'll allow.
Why do I still need them now
beneath a full moon?

Shadows, fading, disappear . . .
mourning has begun to clear.
You're in my head, in my heart
always. We are loved--but apart
. . . till the next blue moon.