Here
in this moonlit forest
midnight shimmers
through the misty boughs of old growth
as if star clusters dance the branches
from harvest to hunter
this moon strides the equinox
evolving sentinel
to watch over
above our high-mountain meadow
setting aglow the chill lake
like sterling satin
a light frost
blankets this crystalline wonderland
night holds deep and quiet
save a great white owl
echoing through the sparkling cedars
lover and beloved
we entwine
wrapped in a pre-dawn half-wake
a semi-lucid trance
enchanted by the spectacle
just outside our window
I hear myself whisper
how long have I been awake
is it morning
yet I do not want to know
I do not want to break this spell
but rather
to lie here in your arms
wrapped in swaddled warmth
to fall again
into tender slumber
gently lit by moonlight
traversing with moon and you
this time and space of dreams
*
rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
