Moon At Our Window

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Moon At Our Window

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In this moonlit forest, midnight shimmers through the mist-covered boughs of old growth, as if star clusters are dancing on the branches. Deep and still, mirroring the moon in the night sky, our high-mountain lake glows like cerulean satin. 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 pre-dawn, half awake, entranced by the spectacle outside our window. I turn to her whispering, “how long have I been awake?” I don’t really want to know. I’d rather lie here in her arms, falling again into gentle slumber.

Snuggling against me, her head on my shoulder, in her sleepy voice she says, “I awoke enwrapped in this wonderful moonlight, feeling filled with love!” Smiling, I say softly, “last night, my love, I dreamt I was the moon.”

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rob kistner © 2019

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    moon moon bold and bright
    silver in black satin sky
    bare your sterling soul

    your pre-dawn morning magic
    shimmers ‘cross this sleeping world

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    rob kistner © 2019

    52 thoughts on “Moon At Our Window”

    1. Perfection itself, brother. You are such a relentless romantic. Your prose hums with sensual perfection, at one with nature as only a man and a woman wrapped in love can achieve. My favorite piece so far out here on the trail. I almost tire of telling you what a wonderful writer you are.

      1. Thank you my friend! I can be very dark, even morose. I don’t publish the darkest of my darkness. But I love “love”, and making love — the way it feels, the way it looks, the way it tastes, smells, sounds… I love the physical connection, the emotional connection… love it all! Now at 72, and with all the aspects of my bad heart (heart failure, arterial sclerosis, high blood pressure, pacemaker) and my brittle diabetes and neuropathy — much of the aspects of physicality have been robbed from me. But I remember it all, vividly. I have always been a hopeless dreamer and romantic — and I may have been a sex addict? A lot of the edgier stuff had to do, I believe, with a very difficult childhood. Lots of compensating as I got older. Now to fill the need, I romance the verse, make love with words.

          1. Always Christine. 🙂 I think I am in nearly every spam folder, of every poet using a Blogger site, because the Blogger sites nearly always disappear my comments to somewhere, the instant I hit the post button?

    2. Rob, I almost get a sense that you shape-shifted into the moon and wrapped yourself around your beloved. Such a wonderful peaceful experience to read about and that photo is breathtaking.

    3. wrapped in a lover’s arms, whispering under moonlight… almost better than a child (or two) snuggled in with us – giggling. How I wish for both… my youngest is 11 and he hugs me but the early morning snuggles are no more…

    4. I agree with Glenn about you being a relentless romantic, Rob. As soon as I read the title I thought of Joni Mitchell’s jazzy ‘Moon at the Window’. Here’s a link: ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJosGJMIkXY

      1. I. Thought about linking to that Joni song Kim, the title is perfect — but the song’s lyrcs have negative connotations. The Neil Young song Ilinked is beautifully romantic. 🙂

    5. Oh that lovely, sleepy after-bliss…it’s an opportunity to sip at leisure on the heady stuff that intoxicated us before.

      1. With me you usually get a bit of nature/place/atmosphere in a either a romantic or sometimes a dark brooding piece. I shared with Glenn my personal insight on my romantic tendencies. I don’t publish publicly my darkest or angriest pieces Jane. Nobody needs to be exposed to my scariest monsters.

    6. Such a sweet and lovely poem and you worked in the required line beautifully. I think all of us hopeless romantics dream of being the moon at least 100 times in our lives.

      1. Thank you Toni! As I commented to Misky, I started with the ending incorporating the prompt phrase, then created a bit of nature/place/atmosphere with a touch of supernatural dream romance to lead there.

    7. OH, you write romance so well — the way you build the narrative is so sensuous and heartwarming. Every image stands in its crystal clarity and somehow brings about a dull ache of something so beautiful that it can’t help but hurt.

      1. Thank you Anmol! I too understand the ache in a beautiful moment. It is beause we inherently understand we are temporal, that we are just passing, and this glorious moment cannot sustain. But it is that ache that certifies it beautiful, valuable, meaningful. When I write romance, and establish the feeling, the place, the atmosphere, the moment — I hold constantly to that precious ache. It is the same ache that is in sexual climax with a lover. The needing to hold on to that brilliant peak moment, and the realization that in the happening is enwrapped the ending.

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