"Slow-dancing"

Seeking to calm the storm within, she sat upon the shore. As the moon peeked on the horizon, coming to rest upon the surface of the dark water, she watched humbly as it woke the lake spreading hues of gold and honey.

As if slow-dancing with a warm soft wind it made it's way from wake to wake. "Hello" she whispered, "my old friend, it's just me, I've come to see you again".

Ever so gently, it continued it's dance whispering in the wind "Good to see you my dear, where have you been?" "Tell me why, such a sad face?" Like little fairies holding lightning bugs leaping delicately upon the lake, it carried on it's dance,

never breaking the surface with it's gentle touch.

"Oh, there are times when life can be too much". She quietly replied, "That's when I find my self here, on you I have relied". "Your ambiance sooths the storm I find inside and often you have dried the tears that I have cried".

"Excuse me if I have intruded, I find such solace in the beauty of your work and the softness of your touch upon each and every wake". "With your golden glow that has lightning at it's tips, it just brings a soft smile to my saddened lips".

With that the moon glowed brighter, with it's golden hues much wider, from shore to shore the darkness turned to gold and honey. When finally it reached were she has sat, it's soft beams upon her face, it whispered "I am here for you the storm I have replaced."