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
Just gorgeous writing. I had to read it twice. Some dreams, one just doesn’t want to wake from, the longing to slumber a bit longer in the arms of love.
Thank you so much True your enthusiasm for my work is always humbling, but I’m honored by it. I’m glad my work pleases you. I look forward to your visits in your comments. Thank you again my friend. 🙂
I had problems getting to your poem, but I’m glad I persevered, Rob. You’ve painted the different kinds of light so deftly, and I love the shift from harvest to hunter, with the moon striding the equinox, very purposeful. And so romantic.
Thank you for being persistent, and Imam pleased you felt the effort was rewarded. I am always editing my poetry endlessly I think the problem I make is I will post one and then post the link and then to get into editing it and when I do I try to keep it online I think sometimes I want to taking it off-line. So you’ll have the link there and post it to a poem that I’m working on and I know I don’t know how to do it any other way. And unfortunately I can’t resist constantly editing my pieces I always see ways to make them I like to think better sorry if it makes getting to my work problematic Kim I really apologize I don’t know how I can stop myself oh dear.
“from harvest to hunter
this moon strides the equinox”
Luv this steady gaze of moon lourney with all of its amazing images.
Happy you dropped by my blog Rob.
Much?love
I enjoyed the visit Gillena. Not as easy for me these days (eyesight, fatigue, and finger arthritis) to visit everyone every time — as I wish I could. Much love to you my friend. Peace… 🙂
Harvest Moon is one of my favorite Neil Young songs!!! You chose the perfect art to accompany this lovely poem. Bravo, Rob.
It is a great song! I love it too. Glad you enjoyed the combination of pic and poem. Thank you my friend… 🙂
What a wonderful moment you describe… the way you can only see it when you are away from light pollution of human dwellings.
I used to hike to and wander through those realms of clarity frequently, having lived in such an environment for 25 years in Oregon’s Cascade Mountain foothills. Now I must drive to such beauty, and usually am too exhausted to make the journey — but I have experienced such beauty do many times, that they live indelibly in my mind.
This is absolutely stunning work done, Rob! I especially resonate with; “lover and beloved we entwine wrapped in a pre-dawn half-wake
a semi-lucid trance enchanted by the spectacle just outside our window.” 🙂
Thank you Sanaa, very much. If I can draw appreciation from you for a love poem I’ve written, then I consider it an honor, and an achievement to be embraced… 🙂
Lovely verse and great to hear Neil Young again thanks Rob 🙂
You are welcome AJ. 🙂
Such a beautiful and tender poem, Rob. Thank you for your lovely comment on my site. Like you, my heart breaks at the world we have made, yet still is full of wonder at the beauty that remains. It is a tightrope walk to hold the two truths at the same time. Your poem is so beautiful!
Thank you so much Sherry. Yes, keeping a light hopeful spirit is getting tougher and tougher. And because of all the forest wild fires near me, the Air Quality Index here is extremely high, 282 right now. With my CHF, I am having a very difficult time breathing. Oh well, only need to hold out until Friday, when rain is predicted.
Lovely! So tranquil.
Thank you… 🙂
So lovely, Rob! The conceit of entangled lovers traversing the skies with the moon resonates with magic and wonder.
Thank you Dora… 🙂
Beautiful ???? poem
I want the owl ????
the question marks are emojis of a heart and an owl
Lesley
My website only makes a few emoji‘s Leslie, and you have to do it HTML code. Sorry. 🙁
Thank you Leslie. I love owls as well. 🙂
Star clusters dancing in branches…that is a beautiful thought!
Wouldn’t that be wonderful Kerfe! 🙂
“setting aglow the chill lake
like sterling satin
a light frost
blankets this crystalline wonderland”
Gorgeous images, Rob!
Thank you Sara… 🙂