Visitors to my booth at craft fairs often ask about the origin of my studio name, Moonlit Thunder... I explain it was from a poem I wrote decades ago.
Long enamoured with the night - walking, thinking, creating, exploring...the sense of those hours being 'stolen' - when everyone else was sleeping, I wrote this (at night, of course!).
nocturne
i have watched the rolling silver waves
moonlit thunder on satin beaches
filled my lungs with pendulous midnight
scattered footprints beneath infinite skies
i have wandered through the muted garden
cradled sleeping blossoms in my hands
inhaled the dark and sweet ceasura
beneath restless clouds - between two suns
i have feigned the patterns of one who slumbers
to celebrate the rise and ebb
of life that dwells within the one
who lies beside me in the pewter mist
this silver i stole - glimmering hours
slipped through the window - into the shadow
exhaled the familiar - inhaled what hides
behind the billowing curtain of dreams
D. Kessler
(A painting on a ceramic tile about the same timeframe as the poem was created)