Party Lights

Amidst the crowd of dancers,

Shimmying, swaying, grooving, 

She moves like a snake controlled by an enchanter.
Into the moon,

The crickets, the bugs, the dew,

We creep into the shadows, 

engulfed by the late hours of june. 
The mood is bright,

We’re laughing, shushed, dizzy,

The tiny lights along the edge of the cabin,

framed our faces in pale yellow light.
When the night comes to an end,

Giddy, nervous, tempted, 

Now as the enchanter, we move forward and transcend.