Moon Cast

When the full moon casts silver streams

onto dead black floors

I shiver naked from between

A shroud of sheets

to glide ghost-like across the smooth

waxed wood surface on my cold bare feet

to stare into a dim floor length mirror

Standing near open bedroom windows.

My pale smooth flesh is perfect now

as it could never be during harsh daylight.

I hover with ambiguity

until my shadow slowly melts

back into the moon's white ice

and I climb silently back into the bed

wrap myself in a cocoon of silk sheets

to await pleasant dreams that will surely follow.

FYI: I apologize for the photo I used. It was really what I wanted but it's difficult to find the right one, especially for poetry. Hope to eventually afford a digital camera to take my own, I'm not the best at taking pictures with my smart phone.