Moon Bound

The moonlight fell on us
 as we found a new path
 with a distilled fragile iridescence
 filtering down dreamily
 its enchanted spectrum
 somehow simmering
 Like two moths to a candle
 flickering in a soft, warm wind
 the moonlight waved us in
 while it waxed and waned
 its primeval power penetrating
 our soul's domain
 landing on a spot deep within
 where remembrances of the first light remain
 We walked hand-in-hand lost
 in what we found
 our moon shadows
 gently gliding on the ground
 not knowing quite then
 how slyly we had been bound