The Moon Dream

a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA

She was like the moon,

Part of her was always hidden.

I dreamt of her one night on a sandy dune

With raven hair and soft red lips and skin as white as snow the kind of woman that will make you croon.

So carefully I tread where I thought no man could tread with other men

So willingly I was to break hearts to sink ships and to sing to her my little tune.

So willful to try to break her heart only to find it was a stone in thee icy rune

And as I lunged to dream again; I felt my heart throbbing distilled from my consciousness then,

If I could bare the mere memory of her scent I wouldn’t think to ever have gotten over it or ever had it ridden to soon

I think of my darling raven haired girl from time to time with lips of red and skin soft as snow as I do sometimes lie in the fine sandy dune.

I’ve longed to tell her exactly how I feel but the dream was gone too soon again

But now I cast my fish to fortune let alone a rune.

I saw her one Summer on a somewhat golden afternoon.

She had somewhat changed and her smile and laughter was golden.

I knew somewhere that it was hidden beneath the voice of her seductive croon.

She was like the moon.

Part of her was always hidden.

And the air I played a tune

So that I would see her again someday soon.