The Midnight Dance

A distant thump in the night
a faint rustling; 
a slow creaking
a figure floats slowly into view
silhouetted by the light of the moon
a ghostly appearance in
long flowing garments

A tap at the mountain 
an invitation to dance; 
the mountain twitches
Louder than words
the mountain moves 
shifting, creating the valley; 
the coverings are shed and thrown in
she scales the mountain 
over the pinnacle
she comes to rest in the valley
and there sleeps peacefully.

MEB
2-3-2012