Moonlight Kisses – Author D.B. Hall


There you are, asleep and alone in our bed

Looking down, thoughts race through my head

Moonlight streams in and kisses your face

Your golden hair gives you a halo embrace

You roll over and lightly breathe out a sigh

Nuzzling the pillow you draw the covers nigh

Your arm reaches out and touches no one

I know that our journey has just begun

I gently ease back under the cover

Desiring only you as my lover

Excited with what fate has given

Never to leave unless driven

With perfect ease of mind

I lay for your searching arm to find

A drifting cloud hides my moonlight

As you snuggle in good and tight

From the deepest chambers of your sleep

A contented smile on your lips starts to peep

And as the fan blades slowly turn

For this night never to end I yearn

Sleep rolls in like clouds with the wind

Tonight’s moonlight kisses have come to end


© D.B. Hall

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D.B. Hall

About the Author

David Hall was born in a small town called Mount Airy (A.K.A Mayberry) nestled in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains which are part of the large Appalachian Mountain chain. His early life involved a lot of traveling with his missionary parents, which involved stints of living in Mexico and Bolivia. His poetry reflects a love for nature and life mixed with a sense of the rustic Americana spirit and sprinkled with a lingering sense of the spiritual guidance infused by his southern religious upbringing. David has always been able to live in the moment enjoying it to the fullest while being able to be separated within himself seeking something more. Poetry is one of those outlets that gives him that something more. The diversity of genres and endless array of topics allow him to dive into poetry with reckless abandon or with fine-tuned precision; whichever is needed. Like a prism there are many sides of David, from the emotional connections when dealing with death, to the touch of the spring breeze on your neck hairs, David’s poetry can put you there.

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2 replies

  1. Just too good. I ❤️ this.

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