| Touch the Moon / A Pernoctation
© Stephen J. Martin 2008
Awakened my soul
in the dark of the night.
Up from my mattress,
weightless my flight.
Lifting me, silvery
arms of embrace.
My fingers; discovering
moonbeams to trace.
My spirit enlivened;
stretched up unencumbered.
The moonlight, a stairway
up from my slumber.
White linen curtains,
parted by breeze.
Fluttered and opened,
I entered with ease.
Up to the balcony
of silver-lined clouds.
I stand, held in place
by Sentinels, proud.
Guide me, my Sylphs;
the Watchers o’er all.
Lower my gaze to
her, in her walls.
Moonlight that touched me,
extending one arm;
I beg you to reach out,
my soul is alarmed.
Does she remember?
Does she recall?
Does she dream of me?
Ever? At all?
Soft is her hair on
the pillow beneath.
Strong is her countenance,
of whom I speak.
Silken, her skin on
the mattress so blessed;
That snuggles her feminine
form as she rests.
Reach out! I beg you!
Waken her now!
Find where she sleeps,
shine your light through the boughs.
Wide is the elm,
so slip past the veeh.
Open her curtains
the way you did me.
Touch her face softly,
I charge you, my Friend.
Let the dark of her
refuge never offend.
If you would but cradle
her beautiful face
The arms of your moonlight
would grant us embrace.
© Stephen J. Martin
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