The Tavern Keeper <br />offered me a drink <br />from the Moon's silver chalice. <br /> <br />As I tipped it to my lips, <br />I prayed, 'O Beauty, <br />make me like yourself! ' <br /> <br />The sky began to dance and whirl, <br />the hoopskirt of a fragrant woman. <br />She held my hands <br />and took me whirling with her. <br /> <br />I danced through the night with Night! <br /> <br />And when morning came, <br />she turned from whirling <br />in her dark blue skirt, <br /> <br />and offered me <br />her rosy face<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dance-1996/
