Your face is gleaming brighter tonight than it has in some time. I know the mundane and seemingly repetitive days wear down perception, but tonight baby, you shine through the fog and my doubts. Tonight I want to let go of the world babe, I want to dance across it all. Luna, that birthmark drives an appetite for your lips, as the glow that bestows us is too glorious for permanence, and I know the time to act is winding down.
You were always too elegant for glass slippers, you deserve the comfort of silk mosses beneath bare feet, and tonight it's yours, anything you cast your gaze on is yours babe, it's always been that way, even if I don't express it as often as I should.
I know you'll follow me to the end, and disappear every morning before I wake, but if days are for anything, they're for creating distance that only warms the nights when you tap on my window. Doll, can't you see? It's your world, all of it, just a show and a gesture, anything to get your attention, all of us actors in whatever play you want us to perform.
I try to wipe away your tears, but some days they wipe away villages and move Earth, nothing my reserved touch can do to stop the flow.
They're all looking at you baby, at your slender dress and your twinkling eye, but you're only looking at me, and I'm not going to let go of you or that smile, because I know this dance will last forever.
