Moonlight Tremolo


The moon’s soft-spoken light
plays upon smooth skin
where the long-lingering lips
of tenderly pressed secrets
surrender to the meadow mist
of impassioned breath
earthly meanings entwine
to the rise and fall of being
where the sound of distance
drinks in ancient tongues
stolen from laughing campfires
and aromatic smoke curls
that drift upon mercurial waters
to a shore of whispering cattails
whose lush-stems bend and yield
to the path of a solitary loon
calling out moonlight-tremolos,
beneath aurora-midnight skies

© Christopher Raine