Original digital surreal art: “Moon Mountain” by: rob kistner © 8/28/23
H ere in this moonlit forest, August midnight simmers, as through the silvery boughs of old growth, the big blue moon dances with the star clusters that twirl along conifer branches. This moon strides the night sky to watch over our high-mountain meadow setting aglow the serene lake like cerulean satin.
This night holds deep and quiet, save for a great white owl, echoing through the stately cedars. Mesmerized, I’m entwined with my sweet lover, wrapped in a pre-dawn half-wake, enchanted by nature’s late night spectacle, just outside our window.
I hear myself inaudibly whisper, “how long have we been awake? Are you warm love?” Theses questions seek no answer, as I do not want to break this spell. I’d rather lie back, here in her arms, swaddled in warmth, to fall once more into tender, gently moonlit slumber.
traversing this summer night
this space of dream time
Original digital surreal art: “Perfect Fit”
by: rob kistner © 8/28/23
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rob kistner © 8/23/23
Poetry at: dVerse