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 tradewinds 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

[Dale]

Vivid. very unique... I enjoyed seeing within the cryptic state, the illusion of each reflection. I truly enjoyed your piece.

[Craba]

Such an amazing write, Enjoyable

[w]

"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 "

Wonderful. Great piece, thank you for sharing.

[Wandering Minstrel]

Excellent work..Enjoyed reading your poem