in front of the window

written for a person and a blissful, saturated moment

in front of the window

 

through the curtain

a wash of silver moonlight -- so

beautiful-pearlescent, such strange and

fascinating shadows pooled in

the divots and crevasses

mountains and rivers that carry the stones --

stones that break, tumble, scream, roll, wash, sigh into smoothness

valleys shrouded in mist

forests glimmering with gentle rain

endless deserts and vast-soaring expanses coalesce

in a corporeal form

in front of the window

blinding