by Felix Rizk
On those cloudless nights,
when the moon is high,
the glow of silver
streaming softly to touch.
To view come
a brighter beauty.
Silhouette gliding graciously,
My heart stalls, stammers, and leaps.
My chamber of gloom,
filling slowly with radiance;
squinting in retreat,
a gentle touch on my shoulder
soothing like garnet velvet.
A gentle breeze fanning,
as I stared into honest eyes.
The land, greener by far,
as the waves lapped in silence.
In velvet arms I cuddled,
wavering not, confident realm.
Forever, she whispered, forever!
Felix Rizk is a professor at the State College of Florida. Written in 1996, this poem marks his first publication in creative writing