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

[cartera]

Superb. I was there. Such a comfort in the lonely night, is the thought that somewhere somebody is riding a moonbeam straight into one's bedside and will fill teh dark with comfort.
Well done.
ATB
Alex.

[Valentine]

A very lovely and enticing write..Valentine

[Sunni Davis]

Such an enchanting,warmly sensual piece. Lovely poem.

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Lucid like the moonbeam!

[Lilly Negoi]

"By morning’s light,
You will not notice,
The etchings of love
I have drawn upon you;"
raising the night-stalking to an art :)

[Helpless]

very well written

[Joiedevivre]

just a dream of poem...

[Poetic Beauty]

This is beautiful. I love that is not yet shown and what better way to show that than with comparing it to moonlight creeping in the window. Ah to want to touch someone who has no idea that you have fallen for them. This is a great poem about secret love locked inside ones heart. This is soft and delicate.

[Emily Burns]

once in a while, someone leads me to words that I wish I might have written myself . . . it was a pleasure to read you this morning

[Celeste21]

What a divine piece of art. Many nights in a new house I have slept without a curtain on the window watching the moon. To think the moon also watches me and traces my silhouette while sleeping. I love the intimacy in this poem.