Carving the Seas

Blindfolded moon hears the rhythm

of the magic of the sea ebbing and flowing.

On the cusp of midnight dream, the moon

blanches tide pools and nourishes sand,

passionate embrace of moon bending

interlocked fingers shaping the tides,

drifting gravity toward tomorrow’s shadow.

Memory of celestial body muscles the swells,

blue veins of the sea marching its cadence,

empty spaces influxed with watery tears.

Silvery light waltzes as the night makes dawn

water stands naked before the mustard moon

a rhythm of its inner core being called home

completion of the circle, each playing its part.

Simultaneous bonding of unlike souls.