From above this moonlit forest
midnight shimmers
on the mist-covered boughs
of old growth
as if diamonds are dancing
on the branches
deep and still
mirroring the moon
in the night sky
our high-mountain lake
glows like cerulean silk
this night holds a sacred silence
save for a great white owl
echoing from the cedars
across the water
we are lover and beloved
entwined
in the fragile pre-dawn
half awake
entranced by the spectacle
stretching before us
leaning on the dock rail
snuggling against me
head on my shoulder
in her quiet voice she says
in the spell
of this magical moon
I feel so full of love
smiling into her eyes
her face
bathed in the moonlight’s
white satin
I whisper softly
in this moment
here my love
with you
I feel I am the moon
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: Poets & Storytellers