in starlight

Hi, friends!

I grew up a few hours away from the Adirondack Mountains in Upstate New York.

Fondly regarded as the North Country, my mom’s family had camps scattered along glacial lakes throughout the Adirondacks. So many great memories.

There is something spiritual in the way we connect with nature in the quiet of the night, sitting by a lakeshore. A communion of sorts.

This poem tries to capture that moment of ethereal connection.

I would love to hear your thoughts in the Comments Section below.

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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in starlight

meet me by the lakeshore

under sapped northern pines

who sigh so rapt and soft

‘neath nightshade’s breezed caress

share in solemn astral joy

where still water and sky

bound handfast in starlight

reflect love in all its

limitless potential

bathe in haunted loon song

midst twilight reveries

our bated breaths

our spirits pirouette

loosed upon cool mountain air

bind us as one forever

to each other in starlight

to the gray ground fog

which gathers us body and soul


  1. Beautiful reminder of those days spent camping under the stars and moonlight…just that connection with nature and that place your mind and body seem to drift off to when you are out underneath that sky…fantastic poem!

    1. Cheers, Maureen. Many thanks! I write a lot of heavy poetry, and for me, this poem was a wonderful ahhhhhhh. Like a breath of fresh mountain air. 🙏🍷🌹💙✨

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