The moon is sad to share her light
But loves, despite, the silver seas.
Our heartbeats echo pulsing stars,
Things mirror inner qualities.
Shy crescent smiles to waves below,
In grave frivolity they flow.
The coast’s bow, hemmed by flowers of light,
A dark bay holds in bracelets bright,
Breathing ‘make me one again
With you, in love, and truly free.’
Always the song, come rain or sun,
Perpetual creativity.
Refer to: Jun 2020 – The moon in June
You have conjured up the magic of seeing the twinkling lights marking a bay at night. ‘Grave frivolity’ – now there’s an oxymoron to ponder.
I would love to hear the music which accompanied this delightful piece.
Thanks Ken. I have an MP3 file. Can I upload it here Chris? (only joking!)