His Moonlight

A silent, warm night, it was
The night in which he came
Slithered so swiftly through my window
As though a breeze upon an agile pane

He saw me soothed in slumber
Surrounded by the flaws of flesh
I did not even feel his knife slip under
Nor the peeling of my earthly dress

He played my ribs like a piano
So much that they danced for him
And parted like the Red Sea to a soprano
The herald for what lay within

A gentle hand took hold of my heart
Feeling the strength of its throbbing drum
I dreamt I was caught in a running elephant storm!
I dreamt I was being blinded by a blazing sun!

He kissed it and peeled me of petals
My soul came alive and I was made free!
That night in which he came...
And gave my spirit... back to me

I awoke the next morning from disturbing dreams
Feeling somewhat renewed and revitalised
Yet when I stood in front of the mirror
There was a cross on my heart and I opened my eyes

Forever I Am,

His Moonlight.

Reviews

[Rod Dangers]

Wow!! I loved this, gave me chills. Again, your pacing and rhythm is impeccable.
Will definitely be reading more of your work.

Thanks for sharing.

[Solilokiss]

It is an honor to be read by you, RD. Thank you for the gracious feedback :)

[Scott Metro]

Woven well...some passion...some innocence..you took the reader by the hand and walked them through the tale...that is an art.

Lovely.
Scott

[Solilokiss]

Thank you, Scott. I appreciate the visit and kind review.

[Scott Metro]

:)
Scott.....

[Donald]

Very powerful little tale. and very vivid.

[Solilokiss]

Thank you, Donald. I appreciate the visit and kind review.