The moon glistened on the rails of the wide brass bed, and on the handles of the painted pine bureau, but even in the shadows behind the closet and in the alcove by the door, there were no apparitions, no ghosts in long white coats or clad in shiny wood.

The full moon glistened on the whitecaps below the cliffs; the wafting, cotton breezes that earned the Windward Islands their name flicked through the palm leaves, nature's air-conditioning.

The moon glistened in her dark eyes.

The moon as it rose seemed to hang for a moment above his head and glistened in his white hair as the wind stirred it.

The moon, the stars, the earth, the very heavens glistened like polished steel.

The moon was high, her silver light bathing the woods and glistening from stream and rock.