Moonlight Glistens on the Frosted Jealousies

Moonlight glistens on the frosted jealousies
making them seem like bars on the windows,
but horizontal and scintillating,
very freeing,
as trade-winds waft into the room
and billow the curtains.
I breathe in response,
hear the rhythm of the surf,
and lay spread eagle, uncovered,
falling asleep knowing moonlight
will slow dance across my bed,
washing over my naked body,
with its rhythm as the moon shifts
in the sky
from one window to another
projecting a square of radiance
that distorts and elongates
as the reflection slips
around the room
which becomes lighter with the rising sun;
moonlight awash with sunlight merging,
when I’ll wake and rise and walk into the glowing
and stretch in a bath of light.

Reviews

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

very beautiful poem I liked it very much

[Susan Beth Horvath]

When you put your pen to the page, a reader is immediately captivated by your words! Doesn't matter what your subject is, you make the reader, the observer, the attentive listener, come in close enough to breathe it in and what they breathe in is up to them

[Mary C]

This is profound. I love the whole form and style of this piece.

[Leslie Philibert]

And I will join the others in praise, loads of fine lines here...

[Wandering Minstrel]

This is a stellar write. Brilliant as always

[Mary Bosworth]

Lovely! Love this! It's so flowing, poetic and dreamy.

[Patrick]

This is so lovely and very unique

[John Anderson]

Beautifully expressed and nicely penned. Great job

[Lauriegirl]

I simply love this. Well done

[K Scott Smith]

This was beautiful. Really beautiful.