hiss of the mighty ocean
retreating from the shingled shore
like a blanket on this star-freckled night,
circled moon with the power
to manoeuvre seas, staring indifferently
as the last embers of the fire flicker.
The moon illuminates the black ocean
with a shiny corridor of silver,
but now my thoughts are dark as the sea
as the rhythmic tide carries on unconcerned.
We are masters of the beach tonight,
under the stars I stroke her golden hair
and feel a chill...it is not the night air.