Every Night

...and I was never seen.

I am the moonlight

That slips through

Unguarded windows;

Resting weightless hands

Across your sleeping skin.

Lines of perfect form

And curvature explored

Unaware, unannounced,

By tender filaments

Of illuminated air.

I dare not reach your eyes

In fear that I must retreat

Upon discovery

Of my curious event.

I use the dark,

And its silence

To foster my

Desired anonymity.

By morning’s light,

You will not notice,

The etchings of love

I have drawn upon you;

Yet, I believe that

In the warmth

You will come to know

That I’m here

With you

Every

Night.

Reviews

[fireblossom]

I like poems about unguarded windows. This one also features a crazy poet illustrating his dreams against the backdrop of a lover.

I liked where I went with this.

[emmajoy]

Now that touched me, both as would-be writer and woman. Your words are like trying to catch one's own shadow .. what a highly charged poem, what power.

'By morning’s light, ~ You will not notice, ~ The etchings of love ~ I have drawn upon you; '

Moonlight has much to answer for ..