The moon, not ordinary in the least,
provided light for dancing on that night.
We three alike, had gathered for a feast
and shared a glass or two. Illumined sight
allowed us to converse, to laugh, to cry
in ways we hadn’t for so many years.
Our hearts long joined since birth, did not ask why,
instead rejoiced, relinquished buried fears.
The moon, full grown, allowed our songs to sing,
beneath its silver beams. Those moments now
recalled will last forever. Notes still ring
inside my head. Between the cedar’s boughs
the moon, its light cast down, gave space and time
to sisters three who danced, with arms entwined.