A full moon rises
As I walk along the river’s edge
I’m deep in my own musings
The clouds break forth with water of their own
And I feel the sprinkles on my face
While under the shelter of a grove of trees
I witness you enter the scene
I watch you as it rains
You slip silently through the trees
Water glistens from your body
The droplets fall from your arms
They drip quietly to the forest floor
You’re searching for me
I feel your eyes peering through the leaves
I stare at you unable to move
You stun my senses
I love looking at you in the moonlight
The water creates prisms
A rainbow of colors forms a silhouette
Your body is illuminated
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful
Mesmerizing and enchanting
I feel hypnotized within your vision
Our eyes meet and my knees buckle
Tremors course down my spine
The storm above me increases
Rivers plunge through the air
Forming streams that flow and converge
Cascading down my extremities
Until they create a lagoon at my feet
I stand in the open
Completely vulnerable to your approach
Your fingers caress my check
As your aura drenches our physical forms
Prisms dance daintily around us
Sparkling in the pervading moonlight
“I’ve finally found you,” you whisper into my ear.
And we continue our journey as one
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Reviewed by Renee Bagley (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2004
I love the affect this poem has. Very enchanting and the imagery is beautiful!
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It is an excellent journey of verses.
PJ