To Dance with the Moon

I'd like to know what you think.  This is a new poem that I'm still working on and any feedback is appericated.

To Dance with the Moon

By Erin Ouellette

The stars shine bright.  Moveing across the heavens danceing there own tune.  Mother Moon rises in all her glory, draped in the shadows of night, illuminated by her own halo.  On angel wings she takes flight, rising to elevated heights.  Crowned in loveing glory, never fadeing always beautiful.  Takeing her place in the night sky.  She commands the tides, water rising and falling at her side, making the rythem of the tune.  Oh, to dance under the stars and pale moon, to dance with Mother Moon.

The clouds surround her trying to blot out her light.  But she still pulls the water, your feelings rising and falling with the tide.  Letting the passion fill you up till you burst.  Oh, how she shines makeing love across the sky.  Brillance unscathed unmarried by the darkness.  Shadows try to touch her only to fail.  Oh, to dance under the stars and pale moon, to dance with Mother Moon.

The hour is getting late as she starts falling toward home.  Alas all great things must come to an end. In the cold dank chill of morning sun, Mother Moon fades until she is gone.  She's gone to sleep with the stars.  But oh how I remember the dance under the stars.  The pale light of the moon illuminating the steps, the tides makeing the tune, and the danceing.  Oh, the danceing with the moon.